No, I was feeling sad because all of the other girls were like model-skinny. But then I remembered that I had big boobs and went to hit on their boyfriends.
I don't really want to write this paper. It's the last one of the semester - I need to savor the feeling of procrastination.
In other news I saw a pack of make believe zombies walking down green st.
gotta love wednesdays
Maybe she got knocked up by accident. I still refuse to believe that anyone actually INTENTIONALLY gets pregnant.
Then she opened the door and pitched the dead squirrel out, yelling "TELL THE OTHERS WHAT YOU SAW"
Who faxed a picture of their penis to the office printer?!
That's unfortunate. Distance can be a stoner's greatest enemy.
You make it sound like a battle for Middle Earth.
Did you just tell me you watch cartoon porn because it's more real?
Did I put a bunch of spaghetti on you and then eat it off?!?
That you did
I had fresh baked oatmeal cookies, tacos AND was on deck to give a stellar blow job. You'd think that'd be a win/win/win situation.
I ask him how he's going, like life and stuff, and he responds "20-0 pats"
It's becoming clear to me that I am not sugar baby material. I don't think I could handle old balls long term.
HE LIVES IN ANOTHER STATE
actually scratch that last text, he's the perfect boyfriend. He stays faithful and doesnt find out about all the guys here. it's a win-win
Drinks have officially taken priority over self-respect, and I'm not even all that torn up about it.
I don't know who's idea it was to get wine for a frat party but my poor pitiful hung over self really fucking hates them.
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