Wooohooo! I'm sitting in the car like a creep watching people walk in and out of Blush. Lots of happy people.
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
i just realized that the oil change sticker on my windshield is a day before the last time i had sex. I've driven exactly 10500 miles since.
you need to get laid.. and an oil change.
From the prices on this menu it looks like I have no choice. I have to blow him.
Just had to pull out another loan to pay for that public drunkenness citation. I am so ready to graduate.
Don't byou dare ruin egg salad by putting your penis in it that would be so sad.
5 am booty call.. And I went I need to gain better control of my vagina
Well my ankle is fucked up, everytime it pops I have a reminder of $200. Jager bomb night and the day we began to rebuild our friendship.
No I just rolled on the floor giggling. I think that's the equivalent to a post sex victory dance.
when I type Christina's, my phone's predictive text assumes my next word is boobage
I asked him to tell me a bedtime story, then threw up on him.
do you know of a way I can die but like NOT die? like not being unconcious, just ascending to an astral plane for a few weeks or months in real world time so i can sort my issues out away from the rigors of life kinda deal, you know?
so evidently blowing a guy does not mean he will say hi to you when he sees you in class.. in case you're ever wondering
I volunteer to be the person who breaks into the room and runs around naked and has to be escorted out by police.
No reason. My tongue went numb after one shot. I may die tonight
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