WTF why am I in the Atlanta airport?
So this girl in my math class just went to the bathroom, tampon in hand, comes back with it still in her hand starts digging around in her purse, takes her thing of birthcontrol out, goes oh fuck, and downs the rest of the pills. Got to love college.
I kept calling his name while we were having sex cuz i was so proud that i remembered it.
So here i am dipping ice cream in my vodka and watching the bad girls club on demand. This is not ok
Hey remember that thing i said about never apologizing for being a hot mess? Well that was before you found me drunk in the hallway with no pants.
well, duh, but it's like you don't even want to see me masturbate with a wine bottle.
U know that drunk state, where at 930 the next morning your sitting in a bath in ur bathing suit trying to sober up...yeah. That's where i am..
Ok now a guy in a winnie the pooh costume is grinding on some chick to the song shots
I wish men found my impeccable aim when spitting into the sink attractive.
He recreated the night that started all my mothers days. We shared a joint, drank Boones Farm, and dry humped to the Beastie Boys. Then I cried over MCA's death. Best. Gift. Ever.
Couldn't find my swimsuit top anywhere this morning but finally found it in the skimmer of the pool so thats how my night apparently went
I feel like there is something fundamentally wrong with me as a woman. My initial text to you was "What's up, fuck bucket?"
So it's safe to say that it's all down hill from here
Do you mean easy livin or downward spiral of alcoholism and disappointment
I could see myself being this awkward weirdo drunk girl that patted strangers and danced terribly but was powerless to stop it
my experiences serve only to benefit you young virgin
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