I pretty much can't stop smiling when I talk to you. Even when you talk about disease and infectious diarrhea.
I think my emotional moodswings have reached a new low. I cried for the entire duration of changing my tampon.
well, tey weren't taking lap dances as payment today
was it more than 30 minutes?
ya
then you're in a relationship
that's why i use the vibrator in the tanning bed. multitasking. plus then my rooms doesnt know how pathetic of a life i lead.
I'm eating Doritos that I crushed up n put in a cup so I only have to chill minimally.
Should I tell them about my ticket for possession or about how I'm shitting blood? Which one will gain the most sympathy?
Now you know my pain. Live with it. Own it. Recognize it. Cause its like shitting napalm.
I'm a sociology major remember
Well that and comm
Basically you majored in how to get laid
Just got home. Taking a quick shower. I smell like sex and chorizo. Dont ask.
First time for everything: started posting a Facebook comment, decided I'm not quite sober enough. Progress.
Honestly I don't even have room for feelings after that Taco Bell
I'll do anything with you, except downhill sports and butt stuff.
Here when you come to your senses come back here and I'll fuck you back out of them.
the awesomest thing about staying behind in our lame ass dorm room by myself during spring break: I've now nutted in 3 inconspicuous locations on your side of the room. brag to me again about how fucking awesome tahoe is you shithead. I dare you.
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