2:23 am: come sit on my lap i have a stick that'll keep you in place
and before you know it i was laying next to him at 2 in the morning with penis and sadness on my breath.
At one point during the moaning he reminded me of Forrest Gump
using the left over highlighters from the blacklight party to study for finals. feeling the need to write insert penis here on my econ notes.
he sent me a picture of his dick with a heart border around it
I'm not going to need your "it doesn't mean you're a slut" pep talk after all.
noooo, I woke up on his pack porch and the SUN WAS RISING. I saw red lights everywhere and heard sirens so I just ran for my life.
I want someone to sweep me off my feet and you want someone to fuck you on the kitchen table. They're both perfectly logical needs.
i'm calling it my monica lewinsky shirt now. may it live forever in infamy.
They were loudly fucking last night and there was way too much conversation involved. It wasn't even dirty talk, it was more like "your doing it wrong" talk
She said she forgot something.. and when she came out she was carrying a garden gnome, and a bottle of vodka. she was too hot to question it.
Also I've been at work for an hour and I've already been "honey"d "babe"d and "beautiful"d by three separate men. Apparently hungover with yesterdays make up looks good on me.
Called Apple, my penis pics are safe.
Just woke up to find that I'd left a stove burner on for the past 6 hours or so. I'm now banned from Ambien cooking.
also. when i get a car, the amount of space there is for sex WILL be a huge deciding factor.
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