My birth control alarm gets more depressing every night.
Just toasted a glass of brandy with my own reflection to my dimples. Why are you not here?
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
next time a party gets busted lets get a group photo first.
So yes, he's hot, a scorpio, an artist and a perfect cock. I think my bi train just arrived in gay town.
Shit, I may have left some acid in your bathroom last night. Has he been in there lately.
I just realized. my grades aren't ready for st patties day...
All I want is for every tall lanky young guy who is reading in a Starbucks to go balls deep in me. That's all.
No. I think its because I really and truly know that he is a moron and his future prospects are zoo animals.
OMG HIS EYES ARE POOLS OF SEX. HOT SEX.
Trying to take a nap and my brain decides to play "lets have flashbacks every time you blew it with a chick in college". It's a montage of stupidity and youthful inexperience. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
we all thought you were asleep. he found you an hour later sitting outside in the snow lighting a bowl, singing the CatDog theme song, and hugging a box a Franzia.
Ok. You have started something that can only end with a picture of the inside of my butthole. It may happen today or next year, but it's on my agenda.
Stay away a while longer.
Still not sure if they're cops or strippers.
My favorite bra is missing and I smell like beer and bad decisions. This is definitely a sign that hoe mode is activated.
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