morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
I mean, she is a dancer for the Suns. If I didnt fuck her that would just be bad team spirit.
the semester isnt officially over until i take the batteries out of my calculator and put them back into my vibrator
I don't want to eat him, he probably tastes terrible.
there is a baby dancing on the table amidst the smoke of multiple cigarettes. i want to trade lives with that baby.
Why is there blood and lettuce everywhere?
i decided i'll just settle for a gay guy who can manage to fuck me like the straight guys do. but here i go again, talking about my dream man.
The worst thing about it is now I have to find someone else to fuck in the library.
No longer allowed at circus circus apparently fuvking in the elevator is frowned upon.
I vaguely remember seeing that couple making out in front of that store and i yelled "I ALSO LOVE THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN SOAP COMPANY!"
facebook is just a cold reminder of all the times other bitches won my hookups
Can I chase this vodka with an onion?
Apparently I've texted the word shitfucked so much it auto-completes it now.
Going to the pool bar doesn’t exactly count as “exploring”
I'm not gonna be naked if your not here. Thats like a waste of nakedness
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