I need to shower the guilt off of my thighs.
...i apologize for hitting you up so much tonight im just kinda in a little pickle. im going to sleep in my car near u so pretty plz lmk if you head home...
playing new game: drink everytime u see someone at the beach with a tramp stamp, double if u guess it before u see it, triple for male tramp stamps
warning: blackouts possible when playing in ocean city or anywhere in new jersey
Found a waterbottle filled with a bloody mary in my purse this morning. Blacked-out me is always trying to help hungover me, it's so cute.
never. drinking. again.
lets not get ahead of ourselves.
I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
it feels like theres a golf ball between my legs. the sex was totally worth it tho.
I'd like to say yes, but I nearly lost my shit when I assumed there was no back to my house. I am not strong enough for hallucinations.
He doesn't care. He wouldn't care if my vag grew arms and smacked him in the face.
do i respond to the booty call for the guy with the bigger dick or the one who has the gourmet coffee i like so much? at this point i'm leading toward the coffee
I will never look at a penis the same again. After that I will appreciate them so much more than I do. Makes me wanna kiss yours just for being pretty
Self care is breaking into nasa and launching yourself directly into the fucking void
people keep driving by and judging me for drinking natty outside in my underwear at 9 am. rude.
The end of the friendship was inevitable. I hooked up with her cousin and forgot to mention it to her
He also sent me nipple clamps because romance is NOT dead
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