I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Just violated the laws of fuck-buddyship and talked to him about my personal life. I don't like it.
Boxed wine mondays was one of our finer ideas
Drank a fosters this weekend and last weekend. Listening to down under 5 times a day. Spent 100 dollars on a sleeveless men at work shirt circa 1983. We don't leave for another 5 weeks. I call it pregaming.
Give me one reason I shouldn't put the phrase "sex emotions" into my essay.
No.
well, I yelled "the tribe has spoken!" at a boatload of people and then I walked home alone in the pouring rain at 1:30am. karma really is a bitch, yo.
Hey, what did you end up doing with those ski goggles?
Anything is possible. I didn't even know I was wearing the toilet cover as a hat
I just offered a cat a "drinky drinky" I'd say my night has started
I remember telling you that I think Taylor Swift has stolen my essence. I still think that's true.
It's like if you wanna bond just do a ropes course or have group sex you don't have to be weird about it
I'm not winning any crowns in the Miss Emotionally Stable pageant either...
Googled 'how drunk am I' and it was NOT helpful
Drink water, eat food, and stop tazing yourself
He has me blocked on facebook.... so I stalked him using my cats fan page.
he asked me why I let you steal the gnome, and you jumped out of the bathroom, yelled "you know why!" and ran outside with said gnome
Randomize
