i mean i cnt help that this campus has the highest STI rate
Just spent five minutes taking pictures of my hands for some random guy.
Thanks for reminding me why I talk about you behind your back. Get laid.
That should be a holiday. like easter. but bulges instead of baskets
So I missed her say 'don't' before 'come in me'. She felt what was happening and freaked - which actually made the moment 100x better.
After the concert, I paid a cab to drive me around the city so I could shout "dc highfive!" at everyone who passed for an hour and a half.
Not enough clothes on. Not enough vagina. Not enough drugs in my body.
I just feel like a little gay dolphin in a massive sea
like seriously. this whole place is the shit. like i can move clouds. no other way to explain it but i can fucking move clouds.
Here's how he asked the pregnant girl for a cigarette. Hey yo prego throw me a square. Not joking.
I feel like passing out with my foot on your face has bonded us at a very fundamental level.
Apparently when it was last call I jumped up on the bar and told everyone to get the fuck out, which was immediately followed by a round of applause from the bouncers/bartenders and my tab getting paid as well.
we managed to melt a few different forms of plastic into the cannibutter....
making my breakfast out of the pot brownies we made last night. Safe to say it's time to go grocery shopping.
I'm slowly getting to where I don't hate people anymore.
Never mind. Some random dude just walked past me and asked if I was having fun. I snarled at him. I might still kinda hate people.
The only good thing about being back at work is supply room boom boom with my office husband
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