I need a slap back to reality. Or at least a slap back to homosexuality
yeah, but that could mean anything in Denmark.
i just wish he would text me so i could ignore his text and show him how little i care anymore
we should become lesbians. not together. just in general.
so i just realized i am an alcoholic. I was making some tomato soup because im still sick, and put vodka in it. sad huh? lets go out!
Oh and I guess I added our cab driver on Facebook. He has "liked" every single one of my beach pictures. Kill me now.
The weekend is off to a good start: she just got into a verbal fight with a hobo. Nearly a fist fight.
How am I so hungover that wearing sunglasses hurts my head?
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
I can't decide if I'm depressed or if this is just what life without a bidet feels like.
If he refers to me as slump buster one more fucking time.
you never keep up with shots anymore
I'm trying to be more responsible these days
you fucking tried to take your pants off and pee in Taco Bell's parking lot
so my dads pretending to use the snow blower and theres absolutley no snow one the ground.... someone should really lock our liqour cabinet
That wasn't even sex. That was a fuckoning
...did you just create a word for what we did?
i realized my signature handshake has now become a hookup. i love what college has done to me.
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