thanks...oh and i got my period
told you
oh hush
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
on my arm i have a score card from when we apparently had a competition to see who could harden his nipples fastest..
who won?
THAT is your concern right now?
Bars not open yet, I feel like a desperate alcoholic wandering around outside.
she's crying while babbling "all i do is win"
Boobs are also good for catching the vodka gummy bears that miss my mouth
It's official. I'm gonna fuck hot art class guy. But this won't be like hot Samsung guy. I'm gonna make sure I follow through this time.
Say whatever you bloody well like; you don't know the true meaning of life until you have smoked to a Sade cd.
I smoked then listened to a voicemail from my mom...I ended up yelling at my phone cause she wasn't answering me. Forgot it was a recording.
Besides, I'm booked tomorrow. I'm planning on drinking heavily and crying in the bath.
Definitely went down on him last night while he was wearing a cape. He randomly kept swirling it around me and "revealing me" in the mirror like a magic trick. I'm not even a little upset, it's fun fucking younger guys.
She asked what a chaser is. I died a little inside, please come back..
I dunno what to tell you sport. Short of having a shock collar on, you're gonna wanna hook up with people.
Ok, there are marshmallows shaped like elephants
Santi's no longer allowed to buy booze in my lane. Last thing I need is a midlife crisis looking at his Id again.
Randomize
