we're getting ready to take strippers to breakfast. I love my life.
I love having a boyfriend. I just ate pancakes with regular syrup and chocolate syrup, I havent shaved my legs in a week, and Im still going to get laid tonight.
fuck. you.
I can practically hear my vag and my conscience fighting.
I'm pretty sure it all started going downhill last night when they suggested I see how much sambuca I could fit in my mouth
true friends will drive 3 hours to come smoke a couple blunts with you on the bridge where your car broke down
Post walk of shame: realized the underwear I put on when I left was another girl's underwear.... woof
Dude, I brought the fucking tequila to that party and they cheered for the chick that seriously only brought limes.
There's scrapes on the inside of both my thighs.. Because we wanted to get drunk and climb trees naked.
The salesman at the smoke shop just told me my hair is glorious...
All's fair in love and war. and tinder.
I just told the sun to stop. That hungover.
That's what you get for doing kinky shit with a guy that lives in his moms basement.
I can't hang out tomorrow. A boy wants to feed me ice cream and touch my boobs. Priorities.
I just sold Adderall to a priest, im not quite sure how I feel about this situation
I shouldn't be allowed to be in america for NYE... or any major holiday for that matter
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