I don't make mistakes...just understandable bad choices.
no, its his 'welcome back from rehab' party.
the biggest problem in our relationship is that im team edward and my boyfriend is team jacob
Party at my house. Liquor pinata. Your presence is required.
I woke up wearing a cow costume. I'm not even gonna try to recall what happened last night.
i dont want to stoop that low. but my dick does.
drunk. just smoked a spliff with a 19yr old hungarian bike taxi driver and bonded over the difficulties of getting weed in a different country. idk y shit like this isnt in the study abroad info packets
I couldn't find my shirt this morning so I stole one from his eight year old sister. Slutted up my outfit quite a bit.
Doing a circuit workout and using a power hour playlist for my 1 minute timers. I am getting old. creative, but old.
When they send me to rehab, I'm screaming your name down the halls.
I'm resourceful. I forgot we don't have coca cola so now I'm drinking Jack & Dew or Mountain Daniels. Also, I haven't decided on an official name yet for this drink. I'm leaning toward Jack & Dew
Ate a live seahorse, then tried to order a nacho bell grande from an ATM.
How the fuck do you get to keep practicing as a Nurse.
he has to serve us drink and appetizers in his french maid costume for the Pirates game tonight. Bring everyone.
I'm still laying in bed cuz I don't feel like adulting yet
I just really wish I could go back and unsex him. Waste of my vagina.
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