They keep asking what you are doing. I told them to quit calling her "what."
That's what happens when you let Keystone Light make your decisions.
God dammit, you have a cape and I don't even have a fucking jacket.
mom in a round about way told me to either donate my eggs or become a surrogate bcuz I need money.
Mym mom just came downstairs as I got ghome ans I'm trying to act SO CASUAL as i stabdh here hut icant help bur be like 'girl where's ther Turkey sandwiche s' haahaa
I literally need you to talke care of me soooo9o9oooooo drubj gril makin a sabdwiche. SO far its judst bred and paper towel...
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Fair enough. Everyone has some guilty pleasures. Yours is yourself
She insisted on cleaning her room in the dark. 5 minutes in, she forgot what she was doing and started putting shirts on instead of hanging them up.
I'm drinking straight vodka and railing lines of adderall while writing a paper about the nature of Jesus. It's 6:50 in the morning. College.
I think I reached some stage of aging, have a sore/injured shoulder from sex, next up carpal tunnel from sexting.
My Canadian brought me three bottles of maple syrup, a sunflower, and a pair of Oakleys back to the states...he's either drunk or he loves me
I swear, when I turn 21 in four months, I'm going to carry a flask around with me, and make a drinking game out of everything.
Oh goddamn. That a super downer Tuesday reality right there. Just hit me with the cold, hard, nasty facts.
Interesting, I was always told to run away from crazy, but you seem to think we should run towards them dick first.
I think I'm more excited for Santa to come now that I made a drinking game out of it
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