Where are I am going home with Ryan
I don't know who this or Ryan is but it is probably too late to talk you out of it
I bought the tickets, he brought the weed. thanks to you, we had to roll a joint out of my bible paper.
Last night you were talking while puking saying, "ahh the shoes and the purse, I'm gonna have to wash those"
I should know better than to trust a man I've seen cry on multiple occasions to give me accurate sports information.
I can't turn my head to the left, I'm pissing out of my ass, and my finger went through the toilet paper today... I need you.
Getting my nails done with Diana... I'm going for the keep your friends close and the girl who's dating the guy you want to fuck closer
Nope if you can't be there for me emotionally, then my vagina can't be there for you physically. That's my rule.
I'm dying. The alcohol is viciously exiting my tiny body.
Currently putting together my outfit for this weekend, AKA a poster board that says "I'll cook you breakfast and do all your laundry, take me home." On front and back
I just need to drink whiskey get off and eat some cheese. Why is that so fucking hard for god to deliver.
Kellie accidentally ran into the car with two teenagers making out. made a big thud. there was a loud scream and she was gone...haven't seen her since
He smells like cinnamon, and what I imagine to be orgasms
I'm right down the road from AJ's old house and I'm getting mixed feelings. My vagina is remembering good dick. But the rest of me is remembering horrible times.
I just found a nug casually in my room under my duffel bag. Is this a sign I need help?
Also I found $40 in the women's bathroom at ihop. Karma is finally kicking in!