the entire time we were hooking up i couldn't stop thinking about the bengals. thoughts?
I swear ... this hickey is a map to Amelia Earhart's whereabouts
I was just tapping my foot in the bathroom at Penn Station just PRAYING for anonymous sex. You know how that goes.
HOnestly. That's my one goal for this whole trip. I don't give a shit about souvenirs or sand. I want penis.
no, literally. he fb chatted me and said "since you're online i figured we could bang tonight?"
Well it went from being a hug to a straight out tackle through the back door.
I tipped the hot bartender my entire wallet. Again.
The worst thing about it is now I have to find someone else to fuck in the library.
I slept with him that night and I'm not sure if my lack of enthusiasm was obvious but I found him eating ice cream in the bathtub the next morning. Mom will be so proud.
I mean he did ask and he said it's cold out but i didn't realize we were that comfortable hahaha sex is one thing but borrowing a sweatshirt?
Locking that text forever.
I have feelings that need drinking.
Oh man 11pm. That means it's time to take my shirt off an eat a brownie
How many Wendy's frosties do you think it would take to fill a bathtub?
It would be weird sobbing cry sex.
Drunk me wants sober me to be happy, woke up with half a dozen doughnuts in my bed this morning.
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