last night I thought his shirt said yale... but this morning it definitely says old navy.
i would totally change schools right now just to be that new girl everyone wants
I dont even clean my room anymore .. i drunk proof it for when i come back smashed with a guy
The little things make me happy. Little dicks do not.
Sitting in a bubble bath with my bong, how's your morning?
New term. "Find a husband" fridays. It's like thirsty thursdays, but with a dowry.
Thanks to this cookie, I have now eaten something other than skittles today.
Rather than admit to myself he's hooking up with her right now, I choose to believe that he's not responding because he's masturbating to my picture, distraught over his poor choice, and trying to forget about the one that got away with a heavy dose of meth.
Tell her to buy some booze and drink away her sorrows like an adult.
We just started the day with vitamin bombs. Daily vitamin + whatever's left in your glass from last night = feel like a champion
I just can't deal with that sentence
this celing is unfamiliar to me... im just vaguely wondering where i am. but not quite concerned enough to do anything about it.
The staples of my diet are Labatt Blue, Xanax, and brick cheese.
I should have never moved out...
On the upside, no one went to the hospital! Lex's friend was definitely on fire at one point last night though because he tried to juggle tiki torches. He was shirtless this morning and smelled like a BBQ.
Any chance the bar is open now? Also who's wedding is this?
I literally wonder, frequently, "Will anyone ever fuck me until i go cross eyed for 2 hours again?''
Randomize
