Is it morally objectionable to repay my debt to society with drug money?
I feel like death. And death is wearing a fleece blanket as a dress. And is seriously contemplating wearing this to go get something to eat.
great, thanks for announcing that I gave you head over twitter
at least I said it was good
He somehow managed to bang-mail me last night. I woke up this morning to a voicemail from 1:54 a.m. of moaning and screaming. I now know how talented he is and how annoying I am to have sex with.
I just remembered that I did shots out of a gay mans crotch. And there's someone saved in my phone as "Miranda knows where my car is"
I drank half a bottle of wine while watching the Olympics opening ceremonies. I catcalled at handsome athletes. Stop me.
I can't figure out if I'm dying from all of the booze still in my system, or from the cement wall.
And now I'm drinking leftover wine in the grad lounge because fuck my life
I am naked in a blanket sprawled on my bed eating a pastry. This is all I want out of life. Ever.
I still can't get over the fact that he thinks I have my life together... That has to be one of the nicest yet most sadly misled things anyone has ever said about me
I sent him a cookie cake that said "Congratulations you're not a father"
I just want a simple guy who likes cats, tattoos, and doing coke off my tits.
Im legit just salty with everyone who has a penis right now
I'd give anything to be driving a pirate ship wearing nothing but a coconut bra and a grass skirt eating a pizza and watching dolphins jump in the waves. Dreams ya gotta have dreams
try to milk me bitch
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