There was a fist fight in my basement last night at four in the morning, in case you were wondering
I was about to buy asher roth's album and then i realized he was a ginger. can't support
She said so on her MySpace, so it's gotta be true.
Sooo, his balls are like... bigger than my head...
i am devastated. she was DTF and I was about to puke, i told her to wait outside my room for a second. Puked. Passed out woke up, she was gone. Found puke stains on my keyboard that seem to spell out youporn....
history professor just told us he has magic fingers. i'm going for it.
apparently my insurance doesn't cover road head. Bummer.
He is now tagging himself in my pics from last year where he is barely visable in the corner. i feel like he's marking his territory.
If by "in control" you mean him showing-up to work wasted, calling a customer a "fuckstick," and getting fired on the spot? Then yes, he is.
I can't tell if I'm hungover or if my cat just knocked the lamp on my face
drunk grocery shopping was not as bad of an idea as i thought, this salmon cat food tastes a lot like tuna
So apparently blacked out me judges a man based on what type of dinosaur he would be...
He's easy on the eyes, light on his feet, and rough in bed...what more could a girl ask for in a rebound?
I knew deleting his texts was a bad idea and I was right. I just used the last time we talked to help me figure out when I had my last period
I really wanna treat my body good. Because i plan on doing drugs
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