Think about all of the events that have led to this: me sitting in the back of my classroom drinking beer out of a taco bell cup, telling the teacher I have to leave early to go to an AA meeting.
we just ha sex. he lasted two minutes. i told him to leave because i had class
isnt today saturday?
i ditched last period to have sex with him. i had to change into my skank clothes in the church parking lot. little kids were on the swings.
nothing about this is right.
He pointed at some girls and said "I'm gonna have sex with them girls over there", and disappeared.
I deleted his number so I had to go into my old voicemails which are saved through my gmail and search his name... Never underestimate the resourcefulness of a drunk girl on a mission for dick
No. Mother. Fucking. Jello shots. Just no. I'm not falling into that trap again.
And if you ever tell anyone that I have emotions ill kill you
I hope you gays don't get too crazy after DOMA. Gay divorces aren't any better than straight ones.
I dont have to work tomorrow im yelling gibberish at squirrels
I wore my Gollum shirt. It struck up a conversation AND got him staring at my boobs. That's a win-win.
Overall a good night - broke my toe giving that cop a blowjob though...so there's that...
I no longer need a flask. I need a canteen.
If sending nudes to tinder boy is considered functional then yes.
Can I get my morals surgically removed?
I'd like to thank Vicodin for getting me through family thanksgiving once again.
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