I just had an epiphany. There is NOTHING TO STOP ME from making cake mix and eating it all instead of making a cake. It feels like my entire life has peaked at this moment.
I'm so hungover i just sang the alphabet to see if "Z" comes after "W"
i actually have a tan line from him holding my boob while we were sunbathing
On that note; HAPPY 21: THE SEQUEL from the back of an ambulance!!
Bookstore boy and I went out, he came back here and I tried to fool around and he respects me too much blah blah I'm a predator.
Also he wants to know a casual, consise way to ask a girl in a bar if he could eat her out. Think on that.
Please just fuck her. She's new to LA and doesn't know anyone nice.
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
WE HAD GREAT SEX AND I HATE MYSELF FOR IT
of course the one day I come to class high we have guest speakers from the police department... Just my luck
I feel like I could get pregnant watching Zac Efron do yard work in this movie
I AM BEING ACCOSTED BY A HUMMING BIRD
I AM IN MILD DISTRESS
It was a good hour of moans, penis compliments, smacks, and what sounded like someone running in flip flops
I woke up on the floor with 2 cartons of cigarettes, a box of chocolate bars, and a business card for a man named Larry. Don't remember him, but if the Rols on his card is his, I might throw him a mouth party...
I know. I know. He'll be weekday dick.
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