Sry I called you an 8
like i told you yesterday: virgins, blood, my name. do it.
Whenever ur ready we need breakfast and a psychic.
This threesome is so guaranteed that dinner feels like a charade
he called me back to his office so he could lick a line of pixie stick off of my thigh
be sure to add "office slut" to your resume
I am literally missing a chunk of eyelashes. That's how fun it was.
Been home for 3 days and already spiked coffee with Kahlua. Only 106 till we go back to school
I'm treating myself to a " uve slept with yet another mr. Wrong" breakfast
It looks like the misc $300 credit card fraud might have been our taxi cab driver who wouldn't take boobs as payment. No wonder...
He's just giving off this "someone be a bitch to me" vibe
Its summer. Time to get to the freshmen before the weight does.
I just want to be naked all the time but not in a sexual, come-hither and look at my ass sort of way. In a slightly chubby yet not ashamed way as I eat Taco Bell and lay on soft fuzzy blankets.
It's gay softball weekend. Lots of hot gay strangers to go home with.
this relationship shit is hard. like i'd like to be able to watch veep without him trying to dry hump me. also im drunk and its 11 am so
I'm too depressed to masturbate. This election is the worst.
Randomize
