forecast for tonight- shitshow with a chance of tbell
my version of bright and sunny.
My unemployment check should really just be direct-deposited into the checking account of my drug dealer
i was puking in the toilet, he walked in and to talk to me and started puking in the sink.. Could this be my perfect man??
yah I made NO friends last night. at one point i think i replaced talking with spitting
and I'm going to name my autobiography "blow jobs with enthusiasm are the best"
I'm naming my autobiography "Reasons Not to Date Girls From Texas."
You need to braveheart it on Monday. Blue face paint and a loin cloth screaming freedom in your front yard.
Currently studying Econ, while waiting outside current booty call's residence for him to return from the strip club. This is your fault.
I need to stop drinking alone, I wrote a love letter to my tattoos
At leat we can cross off 'having sex in a classroom' on our bucket list.
Playing pong against a girl who fucked my ex boyfriend so that's how my nights going
Like I could never be a lawyer because I would just look like a porn star impersonation of a lawyer.
I find him attractive in the absolute weirdest way. Like I need him to do my taxes, but I also feel like I should spill things on him to gain his attention and then lick it off to gain his affection.
Life lesson... stop having side pieces that know each other...ffs.
It's going to turn into you and me throwing down in a devastating lip-synch battle while everyone else stands around awkwardly.
If that guy asks u bout me, I said my name is Jenelle, from CT, I'm a cat behiavor consultant and I'm 29. Back my story up
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