i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
just came on the shower curtain. sorry housekeeping.
I woke up wearing a cow costume. I'm not even gonna try to recall what happened last night.
im not going to any frat parties next semester. for once i want them to think its actually hard to get in my vagina
at one point he was caressing me in the kitchen asking me my name over and over again and then asking what my favorite continent was
There's gotta be a happy medium between the guys who only want to sleep with me and the ones that respect me too much to try to sleep with me.
he might be the rich husband I pretend to love for the rest of my life!!!!
You are NEVER going to guess whose penis was JUST in my mouth!!!
I'll give you a hint, we ate paste with him in kindergarten.
I just woke up in bed, rolled over, and found a whole pizza.
this is the second day in a row.
Oh. Yeah. It's the same pizza then.
this celing is unfamiliar to me... im just vaguely wondering where i am. but not quite concerned enough to do anything about it.
Well I was going to go home but vodka happened.
My new successful method of booty calling is sending a screencap of a map with the shortest route from their location to mine highlighted.
But lunch with my dad really just means an hour and a half of him telling me how he's disappointed and how he knows I'm on drugs
purchased gas station taquitos and condoms at 4 this morning. It has been magical..
I don't care if his family has ties to the mafia, you go over there, ride his dick until it breaks off, put his dick back on, and keep on riding. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Thanks for the support, sis.
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