I faked an abortion last night.
please tell me if i'm home and in my bed
negative
come find me please
he spent the whole night trying to convince me into a2m. i won't even use the pb til i clean the jelly knife. i love him but it's not going to happen.
I am currently prioritizing my hw by splitting into things i can and things i cant do drunk. Oh college
He was making tequila spiked Arnold Palmers and murmuring things in Spanish.
I love foreign exchange students.
Oh my god. I just RAN OVER a child. Oh my god this isnt my day. That kid was cool as fuck though
He'd pee in it. And since it's PBR I'd have no idea
I'm eating hummus off of my stomach right now.
I'm making mistakes. Coming up with girl now
I hate me. That girl was hiiiiideous.
You said "this is only my eighth drink" with like 6 separate drinks
I chose not to drink last night but drinking chose me
He fucked me in one of the back rooms at the club then gave me an altoid. I have mixed feelings about it still.
This is a life or shit situation. Grab me toilet paper asap. This bathroom is fucking out. This is not a test. This an actual emergency and I am not joking.
It's been three years since Kelly shit in the to go box that we put in Sam's mailbox after we broke up. Considering Sam and I are friends again, should I finally tell him?
Speaking of dumpster fires, your ex tried to add me on Facebook
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