My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
I'm high, and her 2,100 tagged pictures annoy me even MORE. I wish it had a google searchbar so I could type in "cleavage pics" to get to the point.
VITAMINS IN VODKA. IM NOT LYING.
I bought a bottle of 100 proof for the storm. I am going to drink until I pass out. I'm taking bets. 1:30 pm is the over/under.
I'm also 95% sure I had a conversation with someone on how hard it would be to jerk off with out opposable thumbs
No it was the best sex I've had in months. Nothing turns me on more than getting rid of a boyfriend.
I took so my adderall all I can do is lie on my floor and stare too hard at my hedgehog. He has 42 spines in the dark spot on his shoulder btw.
I was just asked if I wanted to struggle snuggle. She's a keeper
Oh my god there's only so much masturbating one can do before one wants to fucking cry
I have accepted that I am a sexual predator. What I can't accept is the lack of sexual men for me to seduce in this town.
He had really great hair, but he told me he's been in a psych ward three times. I mean I know I'm a psych major, but that's too much.
I am seriously only coming over if there are McNuggets. I want 10 bitch. Honey mustard.
I'm over being sad. I'm now onto thinking about all the ways in which he is a total fuckwaste
If you dont get laid dressed as Woody Harrelson in Zombieland, I have lost all faith in the men of nw Indiana.
Note to self: make sure the door is locked before the handcuffs go on.
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