So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
All I remember is yelling at him to admit he liked Bon Jovi, then accusing him of giving love a bad name.
I just had the fat girl at the party come tell me I look sad and offer me a beer. I'm out.
You should have seen her outfit yesterday. It was like pretty woman before Richard Gere gave her money to buy a new outfit.
she walked in on me snorting my prozac. there was no way to convince her i was doing a good thing.
I'll see your cousin, and raise you a sister.
I don't think my arm is broken I can still text
He looked at my vag and said "you have a nice situation down there. Good work"
I just ate a dove chocolate and the wrapper said "chocolate: always your valentine" WHAT KIND OF JACKASS WRITES THESE AND WHY MUST THEY MOCK ME?
You know you need to hit the gym when you're not strong enough to get the cork outta the wine bottle. And you know you're a drunk when that's the only motivation to do exercises
Either I'm paranoid or I swear my parents rigged my house so you can never sneak in or have the munchies without being loud.
We have so much sex to catch up on
I should rephrase... I'm trying to not sit on other peoples faces besides my boyfriends.
I'M SO LONELY THAT I TEXTED THE FRESHMAN
i don't know man... i just want to listen to John Lennon every time i finish fucking her. is this love?