He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
the toilet has never flushed louder then when you sneak home drunk and try to avoid your parents hearing you puke.
my iphone just auto-corrected drink to drnknghhhg...
she peed. on the sidewalk. it is 2 pm. Help.
Literally getting boned by my flask right now. I didn't really think about this whole sneaking past security in a skin tight dress.
Nothing like a little anal leakage to start off Sunday morning. Can't decide if that speaks well of my weekend or not...
New rule : you aren't allowed anything . Ever .
No I'm done finals, but I'm not coming home until these hickeys are gone.
If taco bell and midol can't fix her, she's in gods hands now.
Who had my phone last night? Whoever it was sent "Fuck you, you're adopted" to half the people on my contact list.
let me just inform you that suppository-ing xanax is glorious
My dog is now used to me drunk singing and sleeps through it. I don't know how I feel about this
I love getting kicked out of places. Its like winning a little league game
The lady at the liquor store in my hometown just gave ran around the corner and gave me a hug when I came back from being gone for a couple months. My life is complete.
No I'm not high but I did cry for over an hour tonight because I realized that they never made a sequel to "Under the Tuscan Sun" with Diane Lane.
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