no more stoned jack in the box. this is the third night in a row.
I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
i killed an earwig and left its corpse on the wall as a warning
Sorry for drunk singing "love hurts" to you at 3 am.
youre just mad because i have donuts and im beautiful
He went down on me while I had rollers in my hair. I've never felt more like a lady.
THIS TIME TOMORROW MY VAG IS GONNA BE BRAND SPANKING NEW.
My mom was looking at curtains for me and sent pictures and I had to be like "not the Disney princess pink and purple, more like an acid trip"
I smoked out of two pipes at the same time while my friends wielded the lighters last night. It felt like I graduated to the next level of stoner.
He started tongueing his parfait and told "thats what I'd to your ass" in the middle of Starbucks. Of course i brought him home
he taught all the little kids to ski. it was stupid hot. i'm pretty sure my ovaries exploded.
I told him he could fuck me in his Notre Dame jersey if they won and he never texted back. What is this world coming to
well theres no bloody mary mix at the campus bookstore so i dont even know what its good for
I mean seriously...It's like the universe is saying "your vagina is closed, move along"
Drinks have officially taken priority over self-respect, and I'm not even all that torn up about it.
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