Goal for tonight: Make one last drunken mistake for the semester.
I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
i've decided to use this saturday afternoon to take care of my pube situation
I just negotiated a blow job for an interview.
I am making pancakes and watching Spongebob Squarepants. My life is a waste of youth.
You didn't even properly utilize my pigtails.
I want everyone to love me, and THEN I will choose who gets to eat me out all the time.
"You can go raw dog up in me". Exact words. I can't decide whether to run, or fuck. Help.
The fact that it neither of us came up with the reason of "it's morally and ethically wrong" speaks volumes about this relationship
I got home at 1 am on a weeknight with lube in my hair. I'd say it was a successful first date.
Ate his Chinese food and drank his beer and played with his chihuahua. All while wrapped in a towel while he was sleep.
I'm wearing a fleece onesie eating pop tarts on the train to work. Killing it.
My mom found my empty case that I hid in my room and just said "now why don't you be a responsible underaged drinker and throw it in the recycling" and walked away. I'm in shock.
so i may or may not have just had sex on the stage of the lecture hall....
I did not marry a roomba.
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