I must say, I don't like the act of throwing up, but the feeling after is quite delightful
is it bad if i hope guys are like edward cullen and can read my mind. i could be a whore in disguise.
The brown eye won't let me do that either.
Renamed my iPod as 'the titantic' so when I plug it in it's says 'the titantic is syncing.'
i dont think the girl sending me nudes is qualified to pass judgement on me
I can't try on my wedding dress because someone is trying to commit suicide in the store. Is this a sign?
Theres a handprint of sauce on my frig, one streaked across my face, a trail of it to my bedroom and sauce all in my bed and i have no idea what the fuck i ate.
i'm sad. The beetle crawled away. I was only trying to get him stoned.
I opened my door to find him standing there with vodka, McDonalds, a smile and a hard-on. Of course I let him in.
Miscalculate d the jungle juice, it's actually 10%. Can't taste the diff anyway but my stomcha is warm. Come play pongm.
He was making Jim beam nachos. Chips soaked in whiskey with cheese
The sad part is I didn't even want to get laid. I just wanted the emotional connection, but my vagina was screaming "TOUCH ME. TOUCH ME RIGHT NOW BECAUSE MY DADDY ISSUES ARE MUCH DEEPER THAN MY EMOTIONAL NEEDS!" Vodka has a way of getting me out of my emotions and gets me fucked every time.
I want to die, ON THAT, with that INSIDE ME. ironically, I sense that would be the only time I'd feel alive.
You made me brush your teeth last night......for 47 minutes.
Here's a rundown of my night alone. Danced my ass off in the kitchen to FleetmacWood. Drank a little bit. Ordered $40 worth of Chinese food once the drinks kicked in. Picked up said Chinese in dirty sweatpants and slippers. #livinglife
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