Memory from last night that just came back: me forcibly jacking him off while he yelled I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS
so when we got to the frat house he had a travel sized toothpaste and toothbrush for me and gave me a pair of his shorts and a girl's sorority t shirt...something tells me he's done this before
giving yourself 2 days to recover i see
I'll need it. Largely because i'm going to be stumbling through fancy restaurants with a bottle of whiskey insulting couples all night.
They are chanting tits for freedom and I'm highly considering
Don't make fun of the drunk girl eating bread out of her pockets. I've been that girl.
I stole a fireplace last night.
Being at this stripclub only reinforces how single I am. And I was *just* becoming okay with that.
He put himself in the friend zone by calling me dude all night so I blew his friend. Judge me.
I just realized, I'm going to be on my period for the end of the world. FUCK.
The only reason I know his name is because we wrote marriage vows in orange crayon on the back of a Walmart receipt.
I'm ordering sushi and crying over finals. Come over and bring wine.
Well, we ended up labeling the relationship. We are now each other's designated butt-toucher.
I wouldn't hate if he could handle a sex only type of ship. I really don't want to use the word "relation" in front of that.
My dick has been in way too much crazy the past 2+weeks, but hey it feels good to fuck consistently again
just woke up to an abnormally swollen ankle (broken, perhaps?) and a shirtless man with the most beautiful abs I've ever seen sleeping on my floor.
is your ankle ok??
WHY IS HE ON THE FLOOR. SINCE WHEN DOES BLACKOUT ME ALSO COCKBLOCK ME
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