Note: footlong is not the password to the subway wi fi network.. p.s- im super high
No jewlry, no bra, and no pen. I couldnt be more prepared for a friday morning class.
so what if he's got a new girlfriend. the guy i'm fucking has an english accent. i win.
He's so gross, but the preschooler inside me is screaming that this is her life dream and I have to be with him or she'll never forgive me.
while i was sleeping he changed my screen saver to his dick with a heart frame around it. I just might be falling in love.
Okay good. I don't want another mom thinking I got their daughter pregnant.
I just came so hard there were tears. Actual tears.
I just want to have normal problems like what kind of puppy to get, or should I pay a hooker to fuck Scott, or even a dilemma about fucking Twizzlers. I don't know.
I peppersprayed myself last night. Sigh.
I am one with the molecules
meanwhile at my house I found 2 bud heavys in the back of my book shelf crammed between a Franklin book and goodnight moon
SORRY FOR THE CAPS. I DIDNT CHANGE IT IN TIME AND ITS TOO FAR TO GO BACK NOW. PS IM SUPER BAKED
They need to eat meat, go down on me the first time, every time, and know how to pull my hair. And there's a height requirement for this ride
New rule: if someone asks if you would like to snort a xanax the answer is no.
The list of people who didn't throw up last night is insanely smaller than the list of people who did
So it was a successful night I take it?
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