i'm not sure what happened. i know i woke up on the floor of his bathroom, then had morning sex with him. dont remember getting to his apt. dont remember much.
morning sex?... maybe not a total mistake then? he seems like a normal person, so rare at BU
oh no, he's far from normal. i know his high school girlfriend. she's CRAZY. and he definitely deals prescription drugs. also. he had sex with me even though i slept on his bathroom floor.
but she was nice to me.
She was a fuckin STRIPPER.
she's sitting on the other side of the room at this party. with her smirnoff tucked in that little opening between her cleavage and shirt. drinking from a straw. snapping her fingers off beat.
it's love
it only takes four glasses of wine for me to ride an elephant with a stranger.
it's just like freshman year of high school, with more drugs
just wokeup with my ethics textbook on my chest, animal crakers in my mouth and my dick in my hand. even aristotle doesn't have a theory for this one
i left with the words "thank you for undersanding my sluttiness"
It feels like eating ice cream while riding a unicorn over a rainbow waterfall made of glitter.
That is possibly the gayest thing that was ever thought of by anyone anywhere.
He walked in at 7am saying that the police had his shoes and phone because he's being investigated for attempted auto theft.
I was just asked if I wanted to struggle snuggle. She's a keeper
I've made this amazing blanket/pillow cocoon combo and I am set for life in here.
You have more time for sex than anyone I know.
I made a bong out of my deodorant today. Did you?
I made soup. Now I'm having post soup making wine. I had pre soup making wine also.
I slept with six men with different nationalities this week. Who says I'm not a woman of culture?
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