I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I just peed on my pajamas. Its gonna be a long night. Don't forget the cookies.
she walked in on me snorting my prozac. there was no way to convince her i was doing a good thing.
I gave myself a pep talk in the library bathroom mirror. and then threw up in the sink.
THERE IS PRACTICALLY A BEER FUCKING WATERFALL
By 11 pm the pants were off and there was no turning back. But on the bright side, you promised me your CDs when you died, you even signed a napkin saying so.
The bathroom smells like ribs. What did you do?
I wanted to get all my legit stuff out, but then I decided I didn't trust drunk me with my own things
Good decision.
I may watch porn and eat a baked potato covered in chili in bed
Like, what do you do with girlfriends? Buy her dinner and just like leave?
He invites me over for to adderall and chill. Academic Tuesday
I've been trying to masturbate for the longest time now and so far I've accomplished getting tangled in my computer battery cord and phone charger and hitting my knee on my laptop.
I missed you last night. I'm sure he will never forget the night i sang my heart will go on into his penis like a microphone
she just punched him in the balls in front of everyone and yelled "YOU SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO"
I’m traumatised. Bring vodka and condoms.
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