how the fuck am i supposed to make breakfast with spaghettios and mustard
so im watching realhousewives of jersey with my mom. she just said they werent really rich bc they were doing their own makeup.
We smoked a joint and talked about his parent's divorce. It was like being fifteen all over again.
Maybe I need a light up heart over my vagina like Christina aguilera to get the point across
My dinner was lean cuisine and tequila. Aaaaaand I need a boyfriend.
He sat there and debated the pros and cons of hooking up with me
i think he just broke into a bike shop his last text said something about hiding in some tree
i should do something illegal before my birthday. as of thursday im old enough to go to jail.
i feel like im paying for every hangover i didnt experience last year as a freshman. thank you sophomore year.
Like fighting the continuous urge to sing Neil diamond "coming to America" kinda fucked up right now
I may or may not be setting up an encounter with a foot fetishist just because I'm curious.
Timehop reminded me that 4 years ago today I helped a one armed man do the YMCA by being his other arm.
I'm trying to get weird tonight. Like I want to see bitches crawling on all fours drinking milk from bowls and shit by 5 am. You down?
I'm fucking my way through California and it's kind of fun.
ya well i woke up to my roommate spraying me with windex...
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