I went to check the drunk texts i sent last night but my phone deleted them already. Even my phone is ashamed.
His band may suck, but it's not like I'm sleeping with all of them.
Harry Potter. Singing. Sobering up. In that order.
I smuggled my gin and tonic out of the bar by shoving the glass in my pocket...mistakes were inevitable.
I feel like I just need to fuck him after all his effort. like a "hey man good try" like those kids who get last place and still get a trophy.
$200 on plane. $110 on train. $5 per drink on plane. $15 per case on train. Plane 1 hour flight. Train 9 hour excursion. Hmmmmm.
Why the fuck did I wake up in a chair with mouth clamps?!
being a senior sucks, I just started embracing my inner slutty college girl, and it's almost time to put her away...for like, ever. and i really like her.
I didn't talk to any girls wearing masks because I wanted to avoid making the big mistake of making out with my sister.
I was wearing my get used bookstore shirt when we fucked. Ironic yet appropriate.
Who the fuck cries when they're stoned?!
Sorry man I just really wanted a McChicken
No, just kidding. But your faith in me to throw a lesbian bridal shower makes me think I an pull it off. To the LGBT bar!
Remind me to tell you how I've been deaf since Sunday at 1245
if wiping your ass w an envelope isnt the definition of hitting "financial rock bottom " then nothing is!
I want to find him again. His Corona tank top and I were made for each other.
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