this is a mass text: i just made a grilled cheese with an iron and pasta with the coffeemaker in the hotel room. bow before your new god.
I had forgotten what it was like to go to all four classes. It's exhausting.
Somehow I managed to make my Dunkin Donuts uniform look slutty. And I'm not even wearing hoops.
I can feel the fear and stress bubbling in my stomach. Or maybe that is the pregnancy.
I woke up with her dog licking the wedding cake out of my ear and her sister finishing our Jaeger
It's like shitshowville, population: those girls.
So yeah never trust sex tips from yahoo answers
when my phone is in portrait view you can just assume i've been watching porn. that's the only thing i want to see in full view.
This is what happens when you leave: I get all vulnerable and I make out with the cowboy to shut him up about Jesus.
You kept insisting you found queso that's better than oral sex
This tequila is so bad I might cry. I won't Throw up but I might cry
Literally breaking up to my boyfriend while jamming out to Feraglicious
He got the life proof phone case so he could jack off in the shower without his wife knowing
We were making eye contact while i was throwing up.
You seem like the type to go to a craft sale baked out of your mind. I like you.
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