Somehow ended up at a stranger's bridal shower. Everyone else is already drunk.
Get everyone out of their dorms and watch 3 girls do the walk of shame from my room.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
So I fucked her. If you're keeping score at home, it's all tied up with horrible sex with someone I like and great sex with someone I hate both with 1.
Eating nacho cheese off the carpet. How is your morning?
The best part of tonight is drunk commenting on my moms pic about how birds just want to give you diseases and pluck out your eyes
Time is so short and I miss you. (I just watched that commercial where the people all laugh and get older and die.)
We play this game where we catch up on what we missed over five years of not talking to eachother, then we have sex like nothing ever happened.
Another development in my life...I think I pulled a muscle in my neck from vomiting this weekend.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
Actually here it's more "lie around naked in a dark room" weather.
Maybe if I get to know him I'll stop wanting to fuck his wife so much.
When you trip so hard that you can see your friends thoughts through their pupils.
For now I'm a single mom monday-thursday and a drunk looking for dick the rest of the week
fuck st louis. fuck their hockey. fuck their basball. fuck their football if they still got it. fuck their tiddlywinks teamm. fuck their ribs. fuck their entire city. what im trying to say is i dont like st louis
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