i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
after the first, "yea you like that baby", i quickly remembered why i had stopped having sex with him.
I'm watching the Australian Open. They need to slow the fuck down. It's hard enough to follow sober and now it's just pissing me off.
My little brother got home at 4am too, we drunk ate together. It was a kodak moment.
this blows. i told the guy at the bar that i was the DD and it was like i just announced over megaphone that i had genital herpes. no one will talk to me now.
I don't care what anyone says I want strippers at my funeral.
The heaters out again. Makin a fire in thebroke toilet for warmth.
Then he complimented me on how excellent I was at breathing through my nose
just when i thought i had forgotten how badthe sex was he comes across campus solely to say hi
It's gay pride weekend and Father's day.. So in honor of the occassions I am now BI
Do you know of any good hiding spots in the Atlanta area?
He said I kept trying to give him directions back to my house in Rhode Island, and that I started crying when he told me I live in Phoenix.
Nothing like being buzzed at 10:20am off wine shots in Amish country
But there's never enough margarita money.
This is going to be one of those situations where we lose a day, isn't it
you ripped my door off of the hinges, kicked it in half and then proceeded to throw it down the stairs because i wouldn't make you a cheese burger
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