please tell me I'm in your upstairs bedroom. Just google mapped myself and I have no idea where I am.
i hate that you can chart my weight gain through my facebook pictures.
similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
I kept whispering "I love it when you call me big papa" until she got annoyed and left
while i was sleeping he changed my screen saver to his dick with a heart frame around it. I just might be falling in love.
Plus you know he's just 2 semesters and 4 glasses of wine away from "experimenting" with some French major
White grape blunt wraps are like the equivalent of a glass of wine in a tux.
I have a theory he's part Neanderthal
we're meeting twins and drinking tequila. i love life
You'd be proud! I didn't lose my id this time... It got confiscated
Everything was cool until I tried to photo bomb those Hells Angels, then it's all a blank
I just got a get of my turf look from a hooker. Apparently, Ninja Turtles T-shirt+Jeans+Flip-Flops=Hooker Gear. Woot.
MORE IMPORTANTLY I THINK I JUST WATCHED SOMEONE GET SO LONELY AS TO TURN BISEXUAL??
Aint no party like a Broke College Girls Eating Stuffed Crust Pizza party
I am playing in the snow in my bunny outfit. GET OVER HERE
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