things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
I think my emotional moodswings have reached a new low. I cried for the entire duration of changing my tampon.
if I could go back to kindergarten and not fuck up my life, I so would.
Fell off bed. Face first. 10 stitches. huge scar on forehead. totally going to start telling ppl my parents died fighting Voldemort.
My walk of shame got a new perspective when I walked into his livingroom and found his roommate fucking some chick on the coffee table.
I mean besides the fact someone got stabbed, I still had a pretty good night.
Depending upon how the Sox game progresses, I'll either cry on the bar or fuck someone tonight...
He is dust bro dust in the wind I waited in this unlocked car long enough.
Plus, I've always wanted to drive in rush hour with a huge cock drawn on my hood
I vote we get high and sneak off to McDonald's to get mcflurries.
YES. ALL MY YES.
Soggy bong water carpet is the worst kind of carpet.
Who says no to sex and donuts?!
Maybe because you rubbed my clit while we were making churros
I wish i didn't black out tuesday so i could have cherished our moment together
Throwing up together is NOT a cherishable moment...
just went home with a guy that made fun of me in elementary school. this blow job is not going well for him.
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