He can't get past my hymen. At least that's what he said it feels like.
So I accidentally txted this girl with the same name as the one im seeing, as it turns out shes still dtf
the semester is winding down: time to procrastinate by googling cheap keg options
oh great, iTunes now thinks im gay.
I started sorting laundry at 6 am. He finally got the hint and left
its friday night, im aone in my apartment and eating 2 year expired canned fruit, naked. i'm not single or anything..
He said he wanted to go to France " just to piss in the nice areas". I want to fuck him.
okay when i look at this i can see it on the future news along with the headline "picture scandal involving senatorial candidate sexually harassing drunken idiot in what appears to be a pink room of pain"
YET AGAIN, my financial planning for 2013 consists MOSTLY of eating chipotle as "brain food" and drinking Heavily before the Jeopardy contestant test.
I feel so nauseous and all I want is string cheese. My life never makes sense.
You must be buzzed on Miller Lite.. Zen master advice is flowing
I'm so pissed theres no male strip clubs around where we are staying I looked extensively
You left your hot dogs in my dresser again
The only words we could get out of him as he stared catatonically into space were "Everyone I know and love is dead"
she prefaced telling me she was pregnant with "houston, we have a problem"
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