Mom and Dad are dead. Trust fund
Fuck appropriateness.
Guy at red light looking at porn. I'm waiting for him to look over at me so I can shake my head and he can feel bad
we lost you for like an hour and then found you at some dive bar trying to teach dance lessons
Ok love is a little strong. But he consented to Nachos, beer and board game date with my cats. Keeper.
I sorta feel bad for the actual person in my fake id that got a drunk in public charge.
i just woke up reverse cowgirl on my couch. fully clothed. my laptop is on the floor sideways. blasting gay porn and lady gaga. pizza crust everywhere. goodmorning.
He's so young, I keep getting a mental image of him in footie pajamas. It's cute but it's wrong. Or is it?
I called him daddy. To his face. Somewhat sober. What more could I do?
Dude, you bit through my nipple. Give it a week, damn.
You're only allowed to hookup with one freshman a semester. MAKE IT COUNT.
Nope not happening. When I close my eyes the floor moves. I'm going to enjoy this free roller coaster.
I don't know. Something about answering "what did you do on Sunday?" Seems odd when the reply is, painted, went to the grocery store, put a restraint device on my bed.
How long until you're healed?
Physically? A week or so. Emotionally? The scars of dislocating my knee at a frat and flashing my panties to the whole crowd wi never heal.
Thank you for coming with me today. I find it appropriate that we celebrated my negative pregnancy test with slurpees and donuts.
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