Just went to my life planning class. The professor has a braid going halfway down his back and an earring.
Sign #1 that I'm not ready to be a mother: I'm shopping for "maternity fishnets".
His roomates just started party boying me. He stood there with the look of horror on his face.
Dude, i don't know. I don't remember anything after we started chanting/playing "shot of gin."
I want you to come over here and spit coffee in my mouth like a momma bird feeding a baby bird. That hung over.
We need to talk about the sailor moon porn. Do what you want in your room, but I don't want to come home to you cranking it on the couch to that.
the bandages come off on Tuesday. we can try out my new breasts then.
It's whatever. I just want to see his dick again
I have already been up, showered, had a cup of coffee brought to me, added a little rum to cure the hangover, had sex and kicked him out and it's only 1pm. Successful day so far.
I barfed on the cat last night. Just wanted to share.
I just made the most “single life” Amazon order ever: protein bars and condoms.
I'm not saying I'm planning to hook up tomorrow but I'm also not saying I'm unprepared for it
It's to the point where if a guy can so much as find my clit, I'll consider him amazing in bed
21st birthday weekend in Vegas has concluded and all I'm missing is my underwear and 'Contacts' icon on my phone home screen.
There's even glitter on my cock...
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