I keep trying to sit and the chair keeps running away from me
He literally just walked in some random persons house and walked right to they're pantry. Then five minutes later he walks out with pop-tarts, mac and cheese, and captain morgan. We need to chill with this kid more often.
Evidently I told a girl she should leave the bar because no one wanted to fuck her.
Just copped mushrooms from a dude in a business suit. U comin or what?
He told me to be careful with the shrooms because he mostly had caps left. He sounded apologetic but that's the best news all week.
I no longer exist. I have transformed into a puddle of sex.
In the mean time, I'll continue to kick ass at running and become a successful stripper while he might hook up with one average looking girl he met at a club. I so win.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
I went shopping for a dress that was baptism and bar appropriate.
How is it??
I'm drinking Gatorade out of a champagne flute.
Casually blacked out last night and apparently told him he couldn't come back to bed until he got me Taco Bell.
Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.
That's the second time the same cop pulled me over well a different girl was giving me road head
You kissed my hand and then put a Taco in it. Why WOUDNT I leave my husband?
Do thigh high boots and a ball gag count as a costume?
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