I think my grandma died before she was convinced I was straight
wow. When I'm done with him he's going to have to pop his collar in necessity and not just douchery
i just got a clause named after me in the 'alcohol and drug use' section of the handbook. this is certainly a warning sign.
You seriously need to keep doing my sexting for me. I just said something about "riding cock like a dick rodeo"
The sad thing is; I'm getting used to walking around feeling like I could hurl at any minute.
He ate me out in the forest at that park we used to hit my bong in highschool again, somehow this isn't what I pictured being 25 would be like
I feel like a Europe failure cause I'm coming home from the club at 3:30 and so many people are just arriving... Wtf? 3:30am People! Drink earlier!
It's a Tuesday.
CONGRATULATIONS! You have won: pictures of my nipples!
Today is a wonderful day to be mildly hungover
Never go with a hippy to a second location. I fucking hate Xanax.
Oh no. Did you guys fuck on my pull out couch?
UPDATE: THERE IS ASS EATING. I REPEAT: THERE IS ASS EATING.
My life is pants optional.
She can't take shots?!? Literally if I could list that as a skill on a resume I would
I did not shave my legs to sit at home and diddle myself. He better wake the fuck up and put the fear of god in me!
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