Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
I found out he doesn't have a facebook, twitter, or myspace. So, I'm going to actually go to his house to spy on him.
you should probably quit with the whole "no homo" thing, especially when you are drunk, "mo homo"gives the wrong impression.
Found my new morning breakfast spot. Hospital cafeteria. Nobody asks questions, they just assume shit went downnn
Single handedly the worst sex I've ever had just went down. Its like we both laid there after word-less thinking about the other " could they be any worse in bed" ?
We were driving to the party as he was giving me key bumps.. That's what I call team work
If this week is any indication of my life here I've got to get out ASAP. My liver can't hack it.
Throwing up in the car while my mom drives, sister holds the bag & my dad holds my hair. This is how my family bonds.
bring the dog... nobody goes to jail with a dog.
How the fuck did I get back? Last thing I remember is being on some hot guy's shoulders yelling at girls shaking their asses
We'll talk about it later...
Walking my dog and eating a taco in last night's dress.. Classy
Now all I want to do is stay up, drink wine, and look at dragons.
I am never drinking with the goths again.
I woke up in a bathtub full of green and blue Nickelodeon slime! wtf?!
I’m planning a Pharmasutra for the first night after the pandemic ends
Pharmasutra?
Me + Chris + cocktails + viagra = night of orgasms
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