thought so. i woke up and he was playing with my eyeliner. I MAKE GREAT CHOICES.
He can't get past my hymen. At least that's what he said it feels like.
she's in the bathroom. spitting in the trashcan. not throwing up. just spitting and singing bad romance by lady gaga.
thatta girl
Nothing quite says America like barbecue and beer at 9 in the morning.
So I'm pretty sure I fucked the dept of homeland security guy on my kitchen table. No recollection of it, but there are signs.
just graduated on the spot on the quad where I vommed freshman year. full circle
It' a whole new level of walk of shame. I'm carrying his sheets since I have a washer/dryer.
Why are there maracas in the dishwasher?
I just had to ask my dad for money to pay for my birth control. I've hit financial rock bottom.
I have a music final in an hour so I put all the classical songs we need to know in a shower power hour playlist, beer included.
I'm gonna drop in for a zip later man. It made me wanna eat my girls shampoo. Good shit
Come now. I'm bloody but I'll give you the best fuck of your life.
My liver is whispering mean things about me to my kidneys. It's a fucking miracle I'm not hungover. Lol
I'm just going to take the mature adult root and ignore him for a bit, and then pretend like I didn't see him jerking off.
anyone can pick a bar fight and pick up a waitress at a bar, not everyone hangout with two wolves. TWO WOLVES.
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