I think getting shot is the thing to do in Brooklyn
After last night's events, I googled "how to change your life direction." I found a really helpful ehow.com article.
i suspect the closest i'll get to a valentine this year is a 16 year old on chat roulette asking me to show my tits. step up from last year, i guess.
I finally got her to squirt but it wasnt a stream, it came out in the form of mist. I felt like I was in rainforest cafe.
There is a clear recurring theme of me having sex in restrooms that really needs to stops
I call it my summer of slut; except summer lasts from May until December. It's been incredibly successful
that wasn't rum that I poured down your throat while you were sleeping
Post-shopping-cart-scooter-jousting victory fuck?
Adderal just makes me love life. I want to do so much. I just can't stop thinking about all the wonderful opportunities we have and how lucky we are and I want to make a difference in the world. I just have to reign in my brain and convince it that changing the world starts with a college degree, which depends on studying for these finals.
he congratulated me on my ability to grow long hair after pulling it to see if i had extensions
No it's only my right leg that feels like it's about to fall off. The left is fine.
So wise, so handsome, so good at oral sex.
He told me we shouldn't hang out because it would be weird and then snap chatted me a picture of his dick
I don'y know if I should feel accomplished or disgusted. I just ate a dozen cookies all to myself. I'm leaning more towards accomplished.
Why are you hurting?
Tried to drink all the beer in Nashville last night....failed.
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