it was a shit show
We all have our days. But yours might be on the internet.
party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
i'm listening to "transmissions" by The Tea Party from like '97 and waxing my legs. fuck i'm awesome in my alone time
It would be worth it to see how drunk he is right now.
He cartwheeled into the side of the neighbor's garage.
Ok, i'm coming over
An alarm set every 45 minutes saying "FATTY" and one every afternoon saying "CASPER" every day until spring break is a foolproof plan to being bikini ready
Weekdays seemed more exciting when I had a drinking problem. Like I had something to look forward to at night.
having someone tell me to "prepare my vagina" is not really something I want to hear..
What do I wear to meet his family/put his dog to sleep? Is there even an appropriate outfit for this occasion?
Then that is decided. Fuck away my little bunny rabbit.
I also made him write a nonfiction romance novel about what happened and to give it to me when the time was right
I "liked" his changed relationship status just to show him I'm ok with the fact he found someone not as pretty as me
We work out, have really intense sex, and then eat cereal marketed for children. We have a system, okay?
Im legit just salty with everyone who has a penis right now
I'm with the cops, Trish's gay husband stabbed himself and is framing her for attempt of murder and I'm dressed 4 the club I'm wearing leather pants leather jacket leather boots and black club top. Embarrassed
Whoever was the bastard/bitch/genius who duct taped my keys to my dick so I wouldn't lose them. I hate you.
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