he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
remember when jerking off was fun and not a neccesity
no really all good couples have similar hair colors!
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
This hotel is not contributing to my sobriety, they have 4 kinds of free wine and beer.
ugh... I can't wait for campus to get back. Then everyone will have other things to try to have sex with besides me.
Doing lines of coke through pieces of licorice. Because I can
The bachelorette started when I opened the door and they threw a few dozen dildos at me.
I understand that just don't try to seduce me while making frozen pizza again.
Also the fuck cup must be buried with me
Did we really just set fireworks off in a cemetery? Or was that a dream?
I think so and I think we were sober.
I remember sitting in your lap naked saying I don't want to be all looks while you gently rocked me back and forth
You're right, I'd say my real all time low was when I let that fifteen-year-old feel my boob.
Well I'm glad your Saturday night went a lot better than mine. I spent mine crying in a McDonald's parking lot.
I kept screaming at his rabbit: "IT'S OKAY, YOU CAN HAVE SOME TRIX. FUCK THOSE SELFISH BITCHES."
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