I fucked **** last night, don't tell mike
this is mike. we're done.
i never realize how drunk i am until i start using people as human stripper poles
i will pay you if you can come get me. he just suggested that we would have a hockey themed wedding.
this is not okay. even my mom refers to me as a sorostitute.
im trying to find a facebook picture of him that doesnt make me regret sleeping with him. its not working
Do you know how hard it is to write about pediatric crohn's when we're trying to figure out the keg situation for graduation?
Woke up this morning with seven juice boxes under my pillow and an empty box of condoms In my pocket. Good night.
He literally named all the parts of the vagina as he fingered me. No more pre-med virgins.
no, you don't understand how much people deal here. All I had to say was "hey lets buy a bag" and he pulled over instantly, then the randoms in the car behind us pulled over and sold us a bag.
He snapchated me a photo of his penis with the caption "it needs a home".
I can't hang out tomorrow. A boy wants to feed me ice cream and touch my boobs. Priorities.
I don'y know if I should feel accomplished or disgusted. I just ate a dozen cookies all to myself. I'm leaning more towards accomplished.
He's mad about lube? You know what, don't even. I'm not in the proper mindset to discuss lube.
Oh Jesus our whore days are numbered
Pretty good. Thinking about getting day drunk and filling out job applications so I don't hate myself as much
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