problem. drunk. stepbrother hitting on me again. help.
i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
i am so afraid to go to the bathroom. i am afraid i am going to fall asleep on the toillet.
Special does not even begin to describe that text.
You're not pinnochio. Lying isn't going to make it bigger.
we usually just have an Easter beer hunt and never end up at church anyways
i may have reached my "but im high so it's cool" quota for the month.
Dude, she brought over peach cobbler, weed and alcohol plus I'm gonna get laid. She's by far the coolest sister you have.
I swear, he has the body awareness of an acid-tripping quadriplegic.
Will the fact that I have 4 boob hickies add to or take away from tonight's outfit?
So I stappled myself into my toga... that should be interesting getting out of later tonight...
well smoking weed has become a deal breaker for me so I pretty much use "let's go smoke a blunt" as an icebreaker
In hindsight, drunkenly yelling "I'M TICKLISH" might not have been an entirely wise decision
Ps. I'm slapping the bag. It's an emergency.
I just dropped a chicken nugget on the floor and seriously prayed that it would be ok....I think this job is making me crazy.
I opened my eyes to the dog snorting coke, I decided it was best to just close my eyes and forget what I saw
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