sitting in room practicing taking shots. has my life come to this?
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
I really want to go out tonight but part of me wants to be able to honestly tell the judge tomorow that I didn't
I think rescheduling my finals around when Im going to be hungover is responsible
I'm pretty sure getting a blow job behind a bar in Rome while her little sister is throwing up in a dumpster not 5 feet away, gives entirely new meaning to the phrase "When in Rome"
there's a picture of you and pauly shore at a starbucks on my phone
Too bad you can't keep me under your desk. You'd love that wouldn't you? Massages, blowjobs, and I'd be forced to be quiet all day.
She said I was the most selfish person in bed she's ever been with and she's fucked Tucker Max.
I just stole a conducting baton from the chicago symphony orchestra... i have to stop drinking on weeknights
also, add "teaching boys to sext" to my charity work
Ok- my dad's ex-wife's Irish nephew. Weird if we fuck or not?
I suppose we should both be prepared for the secret service to come visit us after this conversation. Hi NSA.
And amler is totally snoring loud as fuck sitting on the steps with her feet in a puddle of soda puke
Fuckin' raining men in my bedroom while I'm trying to drunk eat a rather large portion of pasta. Like shoo I already picked who I'm sleeping with. Pasta wins.
It's difficult to focus on bonds when you know your classmate peed in your mouth
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