i can totally tell he's high. he's having a conversation with my dog.
I think I saw a glimmer of recognition, but she must not have been able to make me out through all of her whorishness.
I think I'm maturing; i was gonna watch porn and then take a nap but i motivated myself to put my laundry in first.
I don't think cute and don't forget to get tested belong in the same text
I'm in the dining hall. that same guy is here again, the one who sits alone and talks to his silverware.
She's doing shots in her underwear, a fur hat and mittens. I'm never coming home.
It was kind of like a train wreck, except alcohol would have improved the situation greatly.
Osama's death just kick started our Cinco de mayo celebration. Margaritas for anyone wearing red white and blue!
All i know if I'm throwing uo into a bag with a smiley facE on it right now and this is not a smileuy face time right nowe
get ready to load up the weird cannon and blow a load of buck-wildness all over the place people
There is blood on my sheets, we apparently used 8 towels, everything in my shower is knocked down. Wut?
I am having the most awesome nonsexual conversation about my vagina right now
I'm eating tortillas right now. Like not cooked tortillas. Someone is playing the guitar. Man with bandana.
I fucked him on my yoga mat. Then we wake and baked and ate granola. So yes, you could say I found my center.
I met up with trey last night. He whispered in my ear "I love you" then raised his voice and said "but not in a I want to marry you kind of way, but if you died I would cry."
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