I woke up and my panties were thumbtacked to his wall. Out of my reach.
Whenever someone from high school gets pregnant or has a pregnancy scare my self esteem grows a good 5 points
Resolution for 2011: blow jobs are a privilege, not a right.
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
I have a gyno appt today. I hate it when the Army gets involved with my vagina.
I just sang country roads at the top of my lungs with my cab driver. Tonight was a success.
I can't blame him for thinking that then, placing a cone shaped potato chip on the tip of his penis post bj is not a normal act of love
Only three months past my 21st and I'm done. So many life lessons in so little time.
He was my first. He knew. He knew right there I was wrapped around his penis.
So what happened? Or does sex + ramen pretty much cover it?
I made the last cup in beer pong off the dude's hat. I also faintly remember rapping Forever by Drake during said game.
We just fucked like crazy and now I'm dipping chips in macaroni & cheese. I feel completely accomplished. This may be the best day ever.
I just feel weird about accepting their wedding invite when I've got a post-engagement video on my phone of him jacking off in my bathroom.
the bucket list is making me question my morals...and sexuality
There's something about a foam party that makes freshman want to turn their lives into full blown shit shows. And I'm ok with the fact I am one of those.
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