Somehow last night, my dad got me so drunk that I ended up throwing up on the couch, turning the cushions over to hide it, and going to sleep on them.
I remember saying "sorry" to the blunt before throwing it out the window
I am sitting on the couch "eating" a frozen big bucket margarita with a spoon.
Drug-sniffing dog walked past me and my suitcase in the train station. My opinion: they need a new dog
NoShamevember. You game?
I'll have you know my trust issues and my daddy issues are two COMPLETELY different topics of conversation.
Are you 5:30 blackout again?
I looked so sad that Jessica gave me a bar of soap. So that's where I'm at.
He's being awfully beer snobby for a guy who ordered salad
I'm literally spending $165 to fly to Arizona to have a sex road trip coming back
On another note I never thought having a drug addicted stalker would prove useful
I just want him to hold me after a bad midterm. Is that even too much to ask for after sleeping with him twice?
When I type "sleep" my phone suggests "with Trevor". My phones an asshole.
you found yr lighter in yr cleavage and said so that's where you've been all my life
Have you ever wondered if we are just made up characters in someone's head? You'll have to forgive me right now I think I have 7 thumbs
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