it hasn't hit me that college is over yet. so far at home, i haven't brushed my teeth, taken off my makeup, or changed clothes before bed.
I admire the strength of friendship we have that allows for sharing husbands.
There's just this way he looks at me that makes me want to suck his soul out through his dick.
I don't really want to write this paper. It's the last one of the semester - I need to savor the feeling of procrastination.
We had sex on the hood of my car and broke the windshield.
She has a facebook friends list called oops. theres 33 people in it. she said its all the guys she regrets fucking.
well apperantly i passed out on the stairs shouting "victory".
Leaving the phone at home last night was the best decision I ever made.... Though I still managed to text her and now I have 2 phones...
I almost shit my pants in anger over your moral sanity.
The girl in the hotel room next to us walked out at the same time as me this morning. She just shook her head, looked at me and said, "faker." Is it that easy to tell?!??
By getting lucky do you mean I get one of your incredible BJs or you not killing me by the end of dinner?
Are there any plans to where i might need to be dressed semi-nicely or is it a "pants optional" weekend?
He literally said I should watch game of thrones while I was blowing him like is this the conversation you want to be having right now
I feel like I could get pregnant watching Zac Efron do yard work in this movie
I just want cinnabon and vodka.
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