It was as awful as eating cow testicles on fear factor and not winning and realizing you ate balls for nothing.
i have more money on itunes than i do in my bank account... college.
I'm cheering for the colts this year. I basically have to since my fake says i'm from indianapolis
you started keeping track of only every even numbered drink you had
Let's enter the circle of trust. Are we there yet? Ok. If I somehow hypothetically slept with Amandas ex husband...on a scale of one to ten...how bad is that?
I'm babysitting my fucking roommate he took out the screen and is trying to throw dishware in our fucking pool after he repelled off our balcony
2 more and I will have fucked 75 percent of my acting class. best. elective. ever.
Eating a popsicle in the shower was the best idea I've had in ages.
Maybe just the first 2 wks of Nov can be dick detox.
We could never date. He doesn't drink and he won't bring me tacos after sex. He's on that healthy life bullshit.
Paycheck hits in 37 minutes and I literally just emptied my handle of Tito's. If that isn't budgeting like a fucking adult, I don't know what is.
This weekend I turned down sex to watch the Star Wars marathon... Is this growing up?
my hair smells like a mixture of fireworks and rotten eggs with a hint of shame. it's so strong it's keeping me awake.
Is it bad that I'm not at all bothered by the fact that to some people I'm simply known as the girl that takes her shirt off?
The seven of us sank the first paddle boat, but the second one was much nicer and we stayed afloat. Best night in a while, but we had to walk of shame for a mile.
Why are you rhyming?
Too stoned. That is how my thoughts are collecting.
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