so i told my doctor my symptons and she just shook her head at me
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
let me know it goes. try not to get bit. and if you can, get someone to videotape it.
The cab driver told me he hopes I look up to him as a father figure. Then he asked if I wanted him to take me to the hospital
i promise ill be ok...btw im only considered "not ok" if i end up in the hospital.
She kept chasing him yelling thief, because he drank some of her drink. That was at 8, it got worse.
I am not going to ask my mother to pause a movie so I can have phone sex.
Jake and I will do a protection ritual for ur dick I don't know where she has been
Also, no joke, I think that raccoon hair is still in my eye from last night.
You lit a fire in my vagina no man can extinguish.
And then the templeton police were like "oh I remember her, yeah the blue haired girl that we picked up cause she was passed out drunk on the side of the road"
He took a picture of me to show his boss why he was late...Is that a compliment or not?
Last night at a party someone grabbed my ass so I just fucking punched them in the face then went home and ate a frozen pizza
Van sex tonight? No need to tell me how classy that sounded.
Fuck this virus. We’re finally back on campus but the bars suck parties are banned sports are canceled we eat in our rooms and can’t fucking hangout with anyone. I’m tired of virtual classes and involuntary celibacy
OMG IKR! It’s not college unless we’re puking in a toilet wondering if we’re pregnant or just hungover!
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