i miss vodka and anonymity. college is so rich in both. in college we are a many armed creature, lubricated with beer and sex.
whatever sunny in Philadelphia does on Thursday nights, I'm doing all weekend.
His facebook interests include 'unstrapping velcro'.
They just sang me a song about how small my dick is in front of the whole bar
its a sex-hate relationship...no love involved
I feel like vodka or no vodka, you'd still be trying to button your cat into your comforter
I try to help out whenever I can. Speaking of rough nights I woke up half naked on Brady's couch with bloody paper towels duct taped to my foot.
I cried and ate like 6 tacos in the taco bell parking lot at almost midnight, sober, alone, listening to a demi lavato cd. And that was the good part.
The goal for tonight is vagina. In and around. Doesn't matter who. How. Or why.
My internship group is made up of all freshman. Their enthusiasm for education and social interaction sickens me.
So unless we're getting married, I can't see him cry AND have sex with him. It just doesn't work like that.
Yeah, I got home from work at like 9:30, and he was passed out on the couch wearing only a tee shirt and The Jurassic Park theme on repeat.
I just fell and sprained my ankle in the shower. No, I wasn't having sex. I was doing the time warp. Again.
I accidentally sent my mom a nude picture of my ass... she replied with how did you get that angle ?
no dude he sent me cemetery flowers, i know it. they are half dried out roses in the shape of a cross, seriously. and he is not religious. so he robbed a freaking grave site for me. am i like an accessory to grave robbing now??
damnit this is what you get for dating guys with neck tattoos
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