At Bonnaroo. Just saw a couple emerge from a port-a-potty. Romantic?
we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
Then he told me he was 40. I'm not sure if I have enough Daddy issues to go for it
the whole city is out of plan b pills. this is the meanest game of musical chairs ever.
My alcohol tolerance is way too high for this paycheck.
I guess I puked all over my hand too and I just looked at my roommate and said, "fix this."
And next time please put a text between discussing my orgasms and discussing your son - that was weird.
i think we should start 2012 by becoming clean and sober for awhile and buckle down
ppsyche im wasted where are you
It's hard being an adult. And by that I mean it's hard to tell the boy you like who rejected you that you can't share a room with him at white party because you don't want to see him bang other boys.
I mean, two foreign guys have drunkenly confessed their love for her, so she's clearly doing something right.
My motherfucking vibrator ran out of batteries right when I was about to orgasm. It's like he's possessed everything sexual in my life and has compelled it to NOT SATISFY ME.
No, dude...I agree it's great in theory but I promise you that 80 drunk 21 year old sorority girls together in one room for formal is one of the worst drama filled ideas ever. Ever.
My walk of shame is starting to become positively reinforcing; I stop by Starbucks and when I leave I look someone just heading to work.
Sorry I trained your dog in Spanish last night. At least he listens to someone now.
Ok, as his sister I didn't tell you this but he's very familiar with pregnancy symptoms. So next time he calls you fat freak him the hell out by asking if your ankles look swollen.
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