weddingsv make me drug and hornr
ps i may or may not be wearing a sequined bra
Moan for me like Helen Keller
dont like to call her my roomate, too cordial. i refer to her as the whore that was assigned to live with me
i am already firmly committed to doing irish carbombs w/ 12 different people, and the st pattys day party doesnt start for another 24 hours. i may die
i fucked her mom dude
there's something to tell the kids
sorry i was making out with matt didn't mean for it to sound like that. there was no tone
there should be a new saying, don't text and tongue
found scuba porn. totally not sexy. life continues to disappoint.
I found a half-finished mass text from my California weekend that said "things I want to rape: you, things, stuff, and le"
Woke up with champagne in my hair and honey mustard on my hands. Strangely, I'm okau with this
I had forgotten what new underwear feels like. It's as if angels descended from heaven for the sole purpose of supporting my junk.
my bed is a shrine, and I am its goddess.
It's a sad night when one of your friend texts you that she's going on a date with someone you know and then invites you to maybe have a drink after
Bitch I slept on the ground 2 nights running
Abby there's no shame in reading porn. It takes more work than watching I suppose
Randomize
