Locked eyes w/ her at mainstreet, and said 'yeah yeah get it!' From there we started violently making out on the dancefloor (I had a FULL boner, ps) and then I got her number
I am in a vortex of obligation.
New low. Found an ant nibbling on my last xanax. Flicked it away and popped it in my mouth anyways.
So we made editble underwear with fruit roll ups and fruit by the foot
yeah well we're currently on the phone and she's telling me about how much she misses me and all this shit and i muted myself and i'm watching porn.
I'd invite him but there's too many people who have fucked me going already
I feel like none of my dresses scream slut the way I'd like them to
The last thing I remember is pushing my way into the bathroom and dumping a 40 on him. We havent talked since.
Off topic, but is it sad that Matthew and I are calculating how much sex we need to have in order to work off a taco bell burrito?
I would say I miss her friendship, then I remember that she gave 4 guys the clap. I'm good.
I'm high, watching "Scream" and eating a grilled cheese sandwich off my boobs. I'm not going anywhere
Come on, clusterfuck. Put on a pushup bra and get your fine ass to the bar, or you will be a sad single stoner forever
I'm only friends with her because I can't stop watching the train wreck.
You were petting a 40 year old man's moustache for 15 minutes
You haven't lived until you have fucked while Fantasia is on
Is there a lightning bolt coming out of your boner right now?!
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