I'm sorry for everything. i woke up with two citations stapled to my shirt.
I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
Reggie can tackle my bush.
I swear it's like I have a jerk off quota I have to meet each week. If I miss three days I have a wet dream and it's like a wasted jizz, and it gets everywhereeeeeee.
He told me his mother taught him that move. What the hell do I say to that?
I went outside for a smoke at 4 and things seemed normal. It's 6 now and the front lawn is COVERED in tortilla chips. WTF?
Still can't decide which I'm more disappointed about: the blow job I gave him or the donuts I ate after.
There is nothing like getting stoned and spying on people with binoculars
No, but its not like diarrhea. i swear its like my intestines had a secret bank account and i just punched in the right pin.
Bad behavior is like a petri dish that grows organically In my heart
Apparently getting dressed is an all-day activity.
As soon as we had sex he stopped opening doors for me. That wasn't an exchange. Im still a god damn princess
You know I've done a lot of messed up stuff. But I never thought I would have to put a bandaid on my dick. Yet here we are.
I told him that we shouldn't complicate things. He responded with a dick pic.
so my parents definitely heard me when I was cumming last night...
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