His texts read Like a 15 year olds diary.
So I have the professor convinced that the textbook will take another week to deliver. that should give me enough time to replace the cash i spent on strippers.
The last thing I remember is pushing my way into the bathroom and dumping a 40 on him. We havent talked since.
I only put bad things in my body...jack, caffeine, chocolate, pills, and rich's cock. It's like being holistic but exactly opposite
But today feels so special with katie getting herpes and me cleaning my room. Good things are happening.
At orientation, some girl is asking, loudly, where she can get weed. Everyone looks discussed but are paying very close attention to people's answers.
Guy hitting on me at bar is guy who's Craigslist ad we laughed at the other night. Not even kidding.
I'm drinking with a guy who is a bigger asshole than me. We started a contest.
I SHITYOUNOT DAN JUST PUNCHED A DEER IN THE FACE. MID LEAP.
When you left the bar, you did two cartwheels and a heel click and RAN ALL THE WAY HOME.
You can't Tinder AND have him bring you icecream in the same night. It messes with your vagina.
So... In conclusion, do I bring my vibrator and risk not only having it getting taken out at security, but also exposing my dad to my neon green vibrator, or just leave it here?
So, my love of dick may have landed me in a cult. On the bright side, I now have a discount at Spencer's.
There's a set of buzz lightyear wings in lost and found at work. I just need access to your roof.
We were high and the scary movies were scaring us too bad. Were all watching porn instead now
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