So yesterday I was on craigslist and I saw a listing for a sofa-cum-bed. I knew what they meant...
Just watched Hilary Duff have a three-some on Gossip Girl...all I could imagine was that LIzzie Maguire cartoon girl freaking out above their heads
I found out why we traded puke covered dresses in the bathroom.
she got pretty angry when i tried to superglue her fingers together.
He pulled the washer 5 feet out from the wall screaming about quarters
I can't find my underwear or one of my shoes but he baked me cookies for breakfast.
Shit stained towel. The very symbol of how much closer we are as friends. Fall 011... beautiful disaster
She's an honest to god fucking ballerina. She did things I don't have names for.
walk of shame to my ortho appointment. kids are staring. this little girl just asked her mom if she can havr glitter in her hair too.
Why can't I come over and snuggle you and make you lick my boots
I haven't heard from him yet. He's either still asleep (which is entirely plausible..... There wasn't much sleeping happening last night) or he's robbing me blind. But I have renters insurance, so either way, I'm ok with it.
See I insist I'm not a groupie and then I say things like "will bang for a backstage pass".
Had to clear my browser history. I figured if she used the search bar and her name came up, it might be a little creepy.
I want to ride that like one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse- with bourbon in hand and without mercy.
There is a sex dungeon behind the wine cellar. This is why I hate showing foreclosures.
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