We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
I just threw up a christmastime peep. I am literally already sick of the holidays.
winter break is gonna be like a weird mixture of rehab fat camp and holiday cheer.
The neighbors are smoking hash and doing Julia Child impressions...again.
Yes, I am watching The Hills Have Thighs. And yes it is a porno remake of The Hills Have Eyes. And, again, yes, lesbian sex in the desert. Get the sand out.
Just called the bar: "hi this is the girl who you kicked out for excessive bleeding, do you happen to have my coat?"
Jordan and I are drunk and barred out at the liquor store sitting in the awesome $70 Corona bench bargaining with the owner for a lower price, all while passing the Belvedere bottle between the two of us. Real life. College has down this.
i just sent him like 8 different sexts and he texted me back about how good the hummus is that i left in his fridge.
I don't give a damn about what he wants to do with his life. Personalities are for pussies.
Ummmm you know you're drinking vodka out of a Skittles bag, right?
possibly one of my favorite moments was wiping it off your nose after you high fived a bouncer
I ate breakfast with him. And by ate breakfast I mean we fucked on the kitchen table.
I re-seduced my fuck buddy...must be the luck of the Irish!
he showed me his third nipple on the first date. I might have low to no standards, but my god.
I'm now at a gay bar with our relatives
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