I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
So I have $4.22 in my bank account, just wrote a check for a tooth brush from quikmart, and bought a 25 cent condom from the bathroom. i don't know whats more sad, my bank account or the fact that i'm entrusting my entire future to a condom machine that was probably last filled in 1970
since i spend so many of my nights sleeping on the bathroom floor i think im going to remove all toiletries from under my sink and replace them with a pillow and blanket.
Some guy just yelled at me from his car "CLIIIIIIIIIITT"... I feel like this has something to do with last night....
I'm fighting fire with fire. When my parents interrogate me about what I was doing last night, I tell them the truth. Every disgusting, awkward detail. I'm 23 now and they need to get used to it.
You know you're a whore when you color code your calendar with who you slept with on what day incase you have ANOTHER pregnancy scare
they superglued a cigarette to my fingers...i think I need to quit smoking.
He peed in the bird bath. Those birds are gonna be pissed
It's a "nonproductive" (vocab word) cough. It's like a constant tickle in my throat, like there's a little elf with feathers for feet going Gangnam style on my "uvula" (vocab word).
When they send me to rehab, I'm screaming your name down the halls.
i love how you just walk into that dealer's house every time without knocking, yet you don't even know his name
I just sat watching friends in the bathtub by candlelight...nights like this make me wonder if I ever want to be in a relationship again
The date did not go well. Turns out I once set her brother on fire.
i'd like to schedule a penis for 4pm please.
I don't remember anything from last night, but at track I found my thong next to the high jump pit... So it must has been decent
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