Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
Turned in a paper today on drug abuse. Chose to write about percocet. Just realized I started 2 sentences with "This amazing drug"
I just debated creating a mirror system so I could play Batman while in the bathroom. I think I need help.
I already knew that. But I also don't agree with stifling creativity.
I think I'm gonna wear a bikini to our final tomorrow...just so he knows that no fucks will be given on his test
I am at Brians in a pirate costume, what the hell am I thinking
U thinks that's bad? He told me that he had to envision high school wrestling in order to bust a nut with some girl
She brought over her portable harddrive and we dueled with porn. This relationship is too beautiful to last.
Having boobs is probably the greatest thing in the world, free booze all around
He told me"I think your ready for this" and went into his closet whipped out a movie certiffied light saber.
He broke his arm in a fistfight with the bouncer. it was neat.
I just wrote a self loathing message to self, wrapped my credit card in it, put it in an envelope, sealed it with another hate messame, and put it in my lock box. So. That's where I'm at.
its been well over a year and hes still saying sex with me was epic
I'm either hallucinating or there is a dying cat outside my apartment....
I either have a problem or a really good solution... I just ordered my homecoming dress off of a website that sells forplay outfits.
her and her boyfriend kept giving me coke ad kissing me talking about my awesome boobs
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