The drink u got me is pineapple something w. Cigarete ashes in it.ima drink it anyway
Well, according to foursquare I checked in "@under the bushes" at 3:27am. This could explain some things.
I came downstairs to find I had missed the 3some on my kitchen floor but not the pukefest or ER trip after it. This is what happens when the voice of reason is otherwise occupied
I dont know why the TSA people are looking at me wierd. I mean there is no way i am the only hungover college girl here with nine tally marks on her hand and last nights glitter on her face
I don't not like him. It's just wierd talking to him because we both know I fucked his wife.
the welcome home hickey he left on my boob is really gunna put a damper on the rest of my thanksgiving hook up plans with the rest of my ex's
Just saw a hooker eating a pastrami sandwich walking down beach blvd blowing kisses to traffic. My day = made
Well his ex just grabbed his dick and told him yep Ill call u later
The rest of the concert I just stared at the lights and didn't really listen to the music cuz I was trying to make sure my brain still worked cuz my face was numb and I couldn't move... Yeah I'm not a weed brownie person
Drunkenly tried to auction off Merik's pancakes at Ihop. Apparently I make a great auctioneer. Also, no one wants 30 cent pancakes.
You came in last night, ate an entire avocado in silence, and then told me I should never accept rides from strangers. Not sure I even want to know what happened to you last night!
we should most definitely have a fire extinguisher in the apartment. like... for sure
Also, why does our bed smell like mayonnaise?
I am afraid of asking him for his new number so I continue to text the one that's no longer in service.
Im bringing my light up rubber ducky just in case we end up at a rave tonight. HE CHANGES COLOR!
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