Memory from last night that just came back: me forcibly jacking him off while he yelled I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS
you said the mailboxes were turning into babies and they started crawling away. then you cried and asked me how you were gonna get your college acceptance letters
i had a dream last night that my liver tore its self out of my body and ran away.
Just used my last prints at the library for brackets instead of final reviews. Hello March.
This whole living in Ohio thing is getting reaaaaallly old.
I'm glad we have the kind of friendship where if either of us is too drunk to fuck a hot guy, we pass the responsibility to each other and get the job done.
I just re read that. We really need to get our lives together.
We shoved chex mix between her tits for her own survival.
You do realize there's a subtle difference between not remembering your outfit from april 17th of last year vs forgetting that last night you undressed in the street and were grabbing every dick you could reach, right?
He told his ice cream cone it 'looked cute' and then started to cry. The Dairy Queen people were not pleased.
I feel like shit, and I can't get the band aids off my nipples.
So I'll be starting a scrapbook from all the mugshots of the guys I've slept with
this potential sugar daddy just sent me a photo of him butt naked in the woods saying he wants to "grow our spirits together." so i think i found us a new drug dealer!
Thank you, BTW, for defiling my bed. Glad it was done well.
As a member of the kink community, I feel grossly misrepresented
I didn't know it was possible and I don't know if I'll ever be able to do it again on my own but he literally fuck me sideways.
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