I have demons in me.
On this egg donor form, it asks "In the past 5 years, have you had sex for drugs or money?" It only gives a yes or no option and no place to explain myself. What do I do?
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
He let me keep his flannel as a "good job" for the great head I gave him.
I just need to know if he's either really genuine about being in my life or being in my vagina.
Have invented new cocktail. Any flavor of crystal light and vodka. I call it "I am going to die alone"
There's a knife in my toilet. And I meant to ask you last night if you got a hair cut?
ugh... I can't wait for campus to get back. Then everyone will have other things to try to have sex with besides me.
drove into oncoming traffic. add a minute to my ETA
I'm sitting at work trying to dust glitter off my pants. I can't hang out with her anymore.
I need to stop ravaging the freshman dorm like a virginity-snatching dragon.
A bee came out of the shoe box and stung her. Even the insect community doesn't want her in those hideous things.
I'm in my bed. Snow angles in fresh sheets. don't even try to get me out tonight.
i need some fresh meat. meat that has a license and a job and isn’t a FULL-blown alcoholic. partial i could tolerate, bc, haha, let’s be honest, me likey my drinkies.
I think my life is a one-way ticket to blackout city.
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