I was so high last night. I wrote a poem about my salt shaker
i dont even know how to be here
i keep seeing random pieces of my outfit all around town.
I feel like my vagina stays drunk longer than the rest of me. It's always super sensitive and hungry the day after drinking.
He was going down on me and raised up for a minute, slipped and punched me in the face. My lady boner left immediately.
I fell asleep with all the lights and heat on in the apartment with windows open, Earth Hour is lost on people like me.
He came for an unexpected visit and let's just say I shattered his illusion that girls don't watch porn
I would have dumped her already but between the 4 hr bjs and our shared love of enjoying thirsty Thursday naked while watching basketball I'd say its the best shot at love ill ever have
Uhm after 8 I don't recall anything. All I know is there's a picture of me playing pong with my grandmother.
My fall semester strategy is to submit my papers with a nude selfie
You've got post-grad studies written all over you
Just follow the currents of life. And if they take me on to a guys dick, so be it.
The woman in the flower onesie is claiming she hasn't been drinking.
Will you be super villain lesbian lovers with me for halloween?
Does fucking him in the back of the car with the sun roof retracted count as star gazing?
Once again I let my vagina make the decisions...that and vodka :(
Randomize
