: south campus drug res life name erik. Love, tran
Can you please check on Jay? He just called and left a Backstreet Boys song on my voicemail. Either it's 1998, or someone needs to go back to rehab.
My fight-or-flight response is really more fight-or-fuck
I woke up laying in alphagetti with the message "I'd go get checked asap" written out in the letters.
creepy tank top guy is at campus health. he's hitting on a girl recovering from a panic attack.
there is a dude in the bar with no arms getting fed beers by his friends
i think i swapped my keys for drugs last night
so apparently going to a christian rock concert dressed as Jesus is horribly inappropriate.
Question. Was fucking Laura an entirely regrettable decision?
like...quickly.
I have to stop letting him stay all weekend. I feel like a cored apple.
Well we had to pull over on a side street in town so I could throw up while moms were driving by with car loads of kids, I feel like I just performed a lil silent AA film for the childrens
Can we go one day without you telling me that your dick misses me
But that's fine. Because I am an independent woman who is going to pull some jane Goodall shit and save the world one day......or be a porn star......either way they are going to wish they had fucked me.
I just want to have sex and eat dumplings. Is that so much to ask?
What does it mean when the bartender gives you 4 straws?
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