whatever sunny in Philadelphia does on Thursday nights, I'm doing all weekend.
Dude has a bag of wine attached to his belt. These guys don't fuck around.
i kinda regret how quickly i gave it up to him, but i just wanted the regular fucking to begin soon. ah we made good memories.
Some kid just walked into class with his schedlue written on a keystone box.
Well, it was good.. One step forward for my vaj.. One giant leap backwards for my integrity.
Quick question, when did I develop feelings, and how can I make them go away?
That's two questions.
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
All I remember from the concert was leaving in an RV full of middle aged people playing circle of death
Also there's a home game tomorrow and I thought about holding up a sign that says, "I madeout with #64 during orientation week" would that be inappropriate??
Things my liver can't take in one weekend. Surprise nights off at work and male strippers. Woke up jaundiced.
I feel awful. The bartender added me on Facebook and there's chips all over the bathroom floor
I guess what I'm trying to get to is that my dog sneezed on my dick earlier and its really taken the joy out of my evening.
Update: I just threw up in between cars in the parking lot of magic kingdom.
I swear to god he thought my ass was a bag of wine last night.
I aimed for bossy but it came out slutty
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