So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
my life has come down to walking through campus and wondering if every guy is the random i made out with saturday
What a dumb baby whore.
The cops raided her house the day before class even started
Those assholes are becoming so efficient
May or may not have been going down the road shooting fireworks.
She only fucks to metal. I don't know whether to marry her or run for the hills.
mom how many of the songs from my childhood are mexican drinking songs?
all of them.
I'm only coming over if you have cocaine or a snickers bar
I'm sitting at my kitchen table alone dressed as a dinosaur smoking bowls in the dark. Is this rock bottom? Or is this living the dream? Who's to say
it's a shower with the lights off kind of day
public service announcement: beginning at 10pm please text me at half hour intervals reminding me to keep my legs shut tonight. Note, this is not a drill.
She was going down on me before I had a chance to tell her I arrested her brother 3 hours earlier
Let's just grow old together and be the crazy ladies that sit on the park bench, drinking booze from flasks and loudly talk about people who walk by.
Hammered...8am...why is there chickens in the living room?
How do I tell my boss I have slutty fantasies about him, me and his conference room table?
Randomize
