Nothing too bad. Lost a stuffed horse on a stick and tore my clothes off. Again.
I'm half bulimic - I binge but forget to purge
I don't appreciate the fact that you tagged me as a giant bucket Miracle Whip.
I'm sorry I can't get drinks with you. I have to make sure my dad doesn't go to jail.
I should also mention that having been a sheltered child, I am conditioned to have serious kinks and find upper bodies of either sex attractive. And legs.
I told him that he was essentially a very life-like dildo with a person attached so he needed to stop having feelings because it was getting annoying. He agreed.
Did I change midway through last night?
Seven times. The most notable outfits were UFC Fighter and Top Hat Viking
My mom has finally acknowledged my soft spot for Russians. Finally.
Someone touched my vagina when we were out last night. The fact that it was you is inconsequential and I am still counting it as a pull.
We'll just play it by vagina and see where it leads us
College has done two things for me. Given me the confidence to blow my nose in public and shit in public
I just rolled a blunt and took my bra off. I'm not going anywhere.
He smells like ham and a lifetime of poor choices
Do you know how difficult it is to masturbate with Christmas carols stuck in your head?!
So I might join you on the drunk train on the way to poor decisions.
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