I got chris browned last night
party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
She went to college and exploded out of the slut closet.
everytime he calls himself the maxipad master i can't help but wonder what costume that would involve.
I was informed last night that im not allowed to pick up the bouncers and carry them around anymore. Last sat is starting to make more sense
Having the sex-a-thon in the back yard led to some really odd tan lines.
Like handprints on my lower back...
Want to come over and rub aloe on my tits?
Who knows. I'd probably only get a makeout with an OTPHJ from her so the return on sexual investment from her isn't looking that great.
Bought asot tix too. After Saturday I'm gonna be reborn like Jesus and no drugs until edc
O was like, nah, fuck 50-50. My version of bi is that i'm 80% gay, 20% drug-addled decisions. Apparently he's straight on hallucinogens.
As if I didn't already know that I was in the friend zone, our conversation that included the words "kiddo" and "old friend" really was a knee biter.
I mostly blame me being such a miserable fuck on the fact that I was born on a Monday.
Does she know she is talking to people who slam shots of fireball and chase it with vodka?
Partying with my eighth grade history teacher I know you're jealous
I lost my cyber virginity to a guy I barely knew in high school while a Togepi Plushie watched.
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