You know your in college when you decide house chores with games of beer pong...
Clearly, I'm already going to hell, so there's no point in trying anymore.
My roommate just got home. Made an entire package of bacon. Ate it. And then went to bed.
He walked me home last night across campus while i fed him pasta out of a solo cup at 3 am.
The fact that I woke up with my panties on the counter and a piece of pizza stuck in my sheets is what scares me.
Became best friends with the hotdog stand creeper outside the bar. Cried and told him my feet hurt too much to walk home then begged him to hire me.
Wheres my essay?
You mean the vodka drenched shreds of paper taped all over the walls of the hallway?
Is it too forward to say "stop being a good friend and start being a good fuck buddy"
i'm scootering my little heart out so i'm not late for a weed pickup. this is the meaning of adolescence
I think I have to break up with him. I just cried, not moaned, screamed, etc, cried, with tears of sadness and disappointment when I came.
For real, I've been ditched by my boyfriend twice today alone. I fucking shaved for this guy.
Somewhere out there, Gloria Steinem just started to cry.
there is something very satisfying about getting tacos after hours of sex.
I just want to meet a nice normal guy that doesn't want me to taze him while we have sex. . . . .is that too much to ask for?
Saw throw up in the parking lot at work, glad I'm not the only one. But now the search begins.
Mary's wearing shades at her desk, brilliant!
scotch tastings during the week is a baaad idea. i woke up w no pants but wearing my winter coat
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