I wanna come home
And do what?
Kiss. Rip clothes off. Repeat.
What kind of poor, pathetic town do we live in where a horny teenage girl is sitting in her basement on a saturday night, unlaid?
Next weekend I am getting a library card and staying my whore ass home.
you started texting yourself and saying they were "divine messages from heaven" then you threw up on stacie's piano.
Wednesday. Otherwise known, to you at least, as "there are two gay men in my bed" day.
Help. Me. He just whispered 'prepare yourself', & sprayed hairspray everywheres to make sure the 'air was crisp'
I love you, but you should know I'll always ditch you for weed.
Seriously this night has "go home now before you cry, puke or scream on someone" written all over it.
he told me to hold it and try to write my name in the snow and it seemed like a bonding moment because neither one of us had ever done that before. i didn't anticipate it vibrating and weirding me out therefore making me let go and get my hand peed on.
The only thought that went through my head was "that would be an absolute disaster" so of course I said yes
I'm now drinking beer through a straw. By order of the bartender.
Hey girl, do you remember you made me brush your hair with a plastic fork on Saturday night?
Come to the roof. We are drinking breakfast.
I'm jealous, curious, and aroused. All at the same time.
My job here is done.
One of my pillows is missing but it's cool because there is a beef stick.
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