I guess she didn't feel like it. There was hair all over it and everything
This is the last time I call a hotel to see if you or some random guy paid for the room last night.
My vagina has officially become a vortex for sexually confused frat guys.
So i wrote 'don't sex me' on my stomach, so that if we got to a point where my shirt is off - he would know how i really feel, not just the alcohol talking
how did that work out?
Well, all the water washed it off, so we ended up fucking since i didn't have my reminder...
she walked in on me snorting my prozac. there was no way to convince her i was doing a good thing.
He asked me to coffee and I had no choice but to be honest. So naturally I told him that sobriety and monogomy are not two of my strong suits.
I have officially had sex in every room on my floor. Don't say I'm not an amazing RA.
I cannot be this high in this house. This house has so many of my secrets in its walls.
my binge eating and her being stoned all the time has reduced us to a bowl of chinese candies, frozen bacon and a stick of butter, we do however have enough alcohol to start our own liquor store.
Stoned, and eating Doritos, and reading about lesbians for class. This is the life.
Drugs are gluten free tho, right?
He took my necklace off while we were 69ing. His tongue never stopped moving either. Take that, guys who can't figure out how bras work.
also I can check "jump into a moving car" off my bucket list if that tells you how tonight is going
Grateful to be alive soliciting dick pics. Thankful i'm alive for these little things and especially these big ones too.
Money making scheme, blow job proof mascara. Waterproof is bullshit
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