Holy wow, I found all the old poems u wrote me back when we were in looooooooove...just sort of wild to look back on, thought u'd like that
He woke up screaming about pickles. I think it's gonna be a good day.
In between when I last wrote and now have screwed a Swiss guy on a hostel bathroom floor. Okay, real life?
Let's enter the circle of trust. Are we there yet? Ok. If I somehow hypothetically slept with Amandas ex husband...on a scale of one to ten...how bad is that?
the fact that we had sex in the dining hall makes it seem so much more like home.
After it was shut down sean literally made out with four separate girls between the 100 feet to our house. It was a rampage.
can we just pause for one second and address the fact that balls were out last night
I just threw up in my front yard because my roommate was in the bathroom. Fuck New Years Day.
I can't help the fact that i'm turned on by white boys that look like Jesus
I wish to strangle
whoa there darth vader
oh the usual. high as balls and crying about the hunger games.
Apparently I had 2 bloody noses and after my sis put me to bed at the hotel, I escaped and my sister's friend found me in an elevator with some guy
Facebook: “Hey you fucked on a diving board, you should probably should wish him a happy birthday”
he’s basically the devil with a fuck boy hair cut and chlamydia
Should I wish him a happy birthday?
Well he has been inside of you enough times that you probably should.
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