I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
And I wrote a rap so it was actually a productive afternoon minus not paying our bills.
i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
I took her to see 2012 then broke up with her, the movie was a metaphor.
i'm transferring to degrassi. i don't care that it's severely canadian. classes are five minutes long, there's no actual work and you can get oot of class whenever you want to go have a dramatic scene with someone in the hall
These margaritas aren't just going to regret themselves.
You said you didn't want to drink anymore so you started shooting vodka down the back of your throat using a syringe. Oh, and then you aimed it at my eye ball...vodka in the eye hurts btw.
Its a "sake bomb in the bathroom during class" kind of day.
I let him do a line off my nipple in exchange for his prescription pain pills. I feel like 3/4 Vegas stripper, 1/4 underbelly of society.
Seriously, don't even. "Hi, have I seen you half naked covered in bright red body paint on the internet?" is NOT acceptable water-cooler chit-chat.
Aw.
I caught myself flirting with clients today. Someone needs to take me to pound town before I self destruct. This is a code red. I repeat code red.
Security has videotape of her blowing the boss against his car. Don't they know he entire parking lot is under video surveillance?
Did you know that chef boy-ar-dee was a real person? I watched a show about him. the history of the ravioli is more scandalous than you would think.
Totally reading about penis envy for my final exam
When I woke up I was spooning with a block of cheese. Like, cuddling. Me and the cheese we nestling...
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