Any day that starts with a call from my ex-bf... crying... is a good day.
now I regret adding my aunt on facebook. she remnded me today on my wall about the importance of checking my stools for blood since I have diaherria.
the day after is always just damage control
That's like lying to my vagina. I can't betray it like that.
We lit firecrackers from NYE in the fireplace and he was so passed out that he slept through it.
do not get into a discussion with my roommate when im sitting there naked ever again.
For the record we tried to find 4th of july porn. Did not turn out well.
There's hot sauce all over my mirror, lamp shade and dresser. Also it's your turn for weed
I will be single by the day my lease is up (234 days). Plan accordingly.
Ah well. Drinking wouldn't be drinking without mystery bruises
Agreed.
Maybe don't sell him so much adderall next time. The other day during finals he was convinced that he could see the "molecules of life in the air" and kept reaching up slowly to grab them.
I should be rewarded with oreos for not turning into a raging cunt.
You're finding a boat, I'm going to sleep with a guy that lives above a bar and has 24 hour access. We are really nailing this adulting thing
I don't want my liquor store dad to judge me...
Guys I ate pizza off the fucking ground of the cab. I am the worst type of person
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