I don't know what's more pathetic, the fact that you dated him or the fact that it took a Taylor Swift song for you to break up with him.
flashcards smell like vodka and my textbook is in the toilet. ready for the final
today was the first day of rush. talking to girls all day makes me sick of having a uterus.
I just bedazzled my weight watchers points calculator. You can tell I'm gay.
There are lots of gay asians. This is better than i was expecting
The amount of alcohol I'm going to consume on my birthday is directly proportional to the amount of shit I've had to put up with this past year. Which is a lot.
You had one beer and one beer can full of vodka and you took a huge gulp of one of them and called it Emily Roulette
I guess I just stopped wanting to rip his balls out and started being okay with him being alive. that's a typical feeling for exes right?
No it's only my right leg that feels like it's about to fall off. The left is fine.
He ate the contents of an ashtray and didn't puke, I think he can handle drinking a fifth to himself.
I just want to return to LA when the weed and dick is plentiful.
Went home with a dude from UF last night. Just dripped chicken onto my phone and then licked it off. Going to pick up a bridesmaid dress. Mid 20s in a nutshell.
Is it weird that my ex and the dude I'm talking to now both only have one testicle? Apparently I've found my type..
I know he's only a bandaid for my emotional disrepair, but he can stick me anytime!!
Also fucking you night and morning and then serving your parents breakfast is a bit awkward. And funny. To me.
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