For a day that started with shitting my pants, things turned out fairly well.
It hit me after I slept with his best friends and brother, that maybe I took it a bit far
well, 500 bucks doesn't grown on trees, and i need that bear suit for any chance of vagina access.
last night we were having sex and i didn't care if i got off. i was just holding up my hand behind his head so i could look at my new ring. i think he knew.
He just lit his joint with the tiki torches around his pool. He is definitely coming to my future parties
Typcal friday morning so far. Puke, shower, commute/puke, coffee, puke, coffee, bagel, good to go. Lunch today?
laying naked on couch sucking water through straw. i can still feel the orgasm from last night. thank you mdma.
To celebrate your birthday last night, I got drunk and sang drift away in buffalo wild wings. Happy birthday. The entire bar sang the chorus with me. It was magical.
Apparently it is frowned upon to ask the bouncer to stop pointing his flashlight in your face and step back so you can puke....and then do it
Christopher Columbus didn't sail the ocean blue so I would have to go to class and not have sex with my boyfriend
I made out with a guy because he ate a grape lollipop and he tasted delicious... not my proudest moment.
Honestly, the only reason I've been productive today was because I ended up organizing my apartment while searching for my vibratory charger.
Its a shame I cant put 'bomb ass head game' on my resume.
her nickname was handjob. I knew what i was getting into.
He also sent me nipple clamps because romance is NOT dead
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