we put on a show in the hot tub for our boyfriends, then climbed out and both got down on our hands and knees and puked at the same time--still naked.
I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
Please don't tell anyone I peed on your wall.
Its so hard looking at my mom and pretending I'm not dying a slow death of binge drinking
in the middle of fucking he asked me if i had gotten a haircut because he noticed i didnt have split ends anymore. i dont know what to think
I'm convinced that college is the only place where one can have an existential crisis over what sweatpants to wear
I would have gladly let him decapitate me with the way he was biting on my neck.
You are like the only girl I know who tells their booty call to go find another girl just cause you want more sleep.
We're all just looking at each other quietly, hoping that no one brings up last nights shenanigans.
We did Irish Car Bombs out of butter trays, the influence of the retired community is astounding- I didn't know people even owned more than one butter tray.
he came during what was supposed to be the foreplay blowjob. there goes my evening.
You have not lived until you and a ginger miget chick are jumping and waving your arms in a pitch black bathroom to turn on the motion lights. Yes, today I have officially lived.
There is a time and place for BDSM, in-between disney sing-alongs is not one of them.
Are you playing pokemon in the dark and sexting? I can't be mad at that.
Vocabulary what?!? Shakespeare is my bitch.
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