im at that stage where all she has to do is cough or something and it pisses me off
he's like a stage 5 clinger and he won't even fuck me. he has to be gay. my personality isn't really THAT great.
So im guessing you dont remember the walk home, where you layed down in the alley and began to sing "threes company too" and when i told you to get up you had the nerve to tell me i was to drunk.
I don't always steal things but when i do it is a six foot five dos equis guy
I planned on emotionally scarring him for life this weekend. DAMN YOU PERIOD!
These pissing matches have to stop. They led to last night's scotch through the nose shots. I'll never smell again.
I like to get drunk just like anyone else but not to the point of sticking a rubber tube up my asshole
my mom just said "if you had sex with someone you don't really like I'm going to be so mad at you" HOW DOES EVERYBODY KNOW
There was a time I was reining queen of Sunday funday... And at that same time I also weighed 20 pounds more, had the morale of a spearmint rhino stripper, and woke up most mornings asking more questions than fucking Barbara Walters. I think I just wrote my own epitaph.
so hungover. I'm actually considering eating the snow off the roof so I don't have to leave my bed
I'm sitting in the shotgun seat of my car on full recline trying to pretend everything is ok
Like, yea, let's talk sexy but also...LOOK! I SAW A CAT!
My loniness meter has reached its peak. I just played shadow puppets using my Big Mac on the wall with my cats
Better not shit yourself at the gym.
I'm hungover and eating lunch at an elementary school. The children are barking. Litrealy barking, like dogs.
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