So I got my period. Finally. In related news, I reinstated my belief in God.
i dont need a football game to get drunk and yell at my tv
they started a semi-successful rumor that toby keith died. who says fraternities don't have goals
Renamed my iPod as 'the titantic' so when I plug it in it's says 'the titantic is syncing.'
I made the bartender pinky promise me there was still vodka in my drinks.
We made the pizza boy do Jell-o shots with us. He didn't even deliver to our house, we just called him over from the neighbors
I just tripped out to the Angel of Music from Phantom of the Opera in my car. Wayyyy to high for shuffle right now.
Getting high magically turns headaches into rainbows.
The reality is I'm 24 and I have terminal breast cancer. Fuck yeah I'm going have sex with every hot guy I can. What, am I gonna worry about getting an STD or pregnant at this point? If I'm gonna die, I want to have any many big dicks as I can while I'm still able.
WHY ARE THERE NO BLACK EMOJIS? I CAN NEVER PROPERLY IDENTIFY MYSELF.
Come back I feel like I ticking time bomb of
of drugs
this dude, we had a connection. he kept smiling at me. it's like he knew i was gonna facebook stalk the fuck out of him
Oh god. I just had a sex dream about the talking dog from the Bush's Baked Beans commercials.
I just want a relatively mentally stable guy with tattoos and facial hair that loves Captain America as much as I do and will fuck me the way I deserve to be fucked, is that too much to ask for?
I've come to the conclusion, I should prob have at least 20 hr supervision. I would say 24, but I'm guaranteed to pass out for at least 4 hrs a day
Randomize
