I woke up this morning with I hate myself feeling
I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
And for 6 straight hours, I laid on my bedroom floor trying to convince myself it would perfectly acceptable to pee on my own floor
Washing the last semen-stained shirt you have really solidifies a breakup. It just got real.
there is way too much butter on my body for this to be okay
After giving the pizza guy directions you told him to look for the big stupid looking kid outside in purple
Come on, without my personality, I'm a pretty good one night stand.
If me getting shot doesn't get me pussy I am officially gay
Sooo Zach and Judd are on my porch drunk eating leaves and flowers...
Do you ever actually plan things? Or is it always drugs then whatever happens? I'm considering being worried about you
I was wondering why he was in my phone as "Cat Guy", he seemed pretty normal. Then when we woke up he was wearing a shirt with a picture of his cat on it. The name stays.
I totally have a huge crush on him though which is fucking up my "classy she-demon with limited feelings" vibe
If its not for food we ain't going out.
Well I just woke up to no pants, Gatorade on the headboard along with an uneaten steak, and the instinct I was a giant asshole.
Gonna do a few lines then clean my room so I can feel like my life is somewhat in order.
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