i think i would be perfectly content if, on my deathbed, i could look back on a life that didn't have any fisting in it
O.A.R does not stand for Old Recycled Abortions.
my cat ate my toast this morning while i was getting dressed. i can already tell today is going to suck.
Pants on the Ground is the theme song of my life
is pulling out brownies in the middle of class on 4/20 just too obvious?
Repeat the weekend mantra. "I like boys with teeth, I need boys with teeth, I deserve boys with teeth, I will have boys with teeth".
at least you know where his tattoos end, so it wasn't a complete waste of time.
Lots of alcohol last night skiing this morning = me throwing up off chairlift
I agree though, his intact virginity is truly the tragedy of the century.
Officially crunch time. It's my last year of grad school and I've yet to get blown in a school library. The parking garage was less than a block away though.
This day took a left turn at "This is your going away party, I got a bunch of blow."
With great boredom comes great irresponsibility.
Please tell me you're not on their roof again..
There's a weed, money and oreo filled pinata promised for our party.
This is the best 30th birthday ever. In a Motel 6 drinking a shower beer and sending slow-mo dick helicopter videos to you.
Lesson Learned: It's not a party until someone pisses their pants.
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