it hasn't hit me that college is over yet. so far at home, i haven't brushed my teeth, taken off my makeup, or changed clothes before bed.
i just made out with my boyfriends father...and so did jess
"Party in the USA" was played at church youth group last night. It was like everything I enjoy hating was aligning against me.
he calls his bong barack obonga, commander in kief. i found where i belong.
he met me at the airport with a welcome home sign with a grilled cheese, PBR and a blow job on it. i missed america.
I swear this girl is like a Cross between Danny Devito and Anne Heche....the Lesbian Years.
He just keeps repeating "this isn't my bagel".. i'm worried for his safety
No, listening to the fray and drinking a bottle of jack daniels does not count as counseling
Looks like a took a video of myself beating off and passed out last night. I'm classy.
don't bring your nerd jargon into this conversation about my naked body
While I'm here in reality dreaming of catching chili cheese fries with my mouth out of t shirt guns like Jesus is real
I don't just want drugs. I deserve drugs.
It threw me off a little. I had to take a moment and ask myself, "Is he really fingering me in his mom's kitchen while I eat a whopper?"
It was weird, it was like my heart got a boner. Is this being an adult?
OMG also, I'm sorry I tased you a lil
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