we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
Did I hear correctly when it sounded like he said "just don't let me throw up into your vaj?"
You drank everything last night. It was like this huge deconstructed long island that went on for 5 hours
Do you think i can prewrite an apology on friday and leave it vague enough to just finish on sunday?
bad sex. bad bad bad. it was like trying to pick up an overcooked noodle with an empty pringles can. why do these guys always seem to find me?
Bring my gorilla suit and my bong.
Oh its going to be that type of weekend?
Did you fuck him in my garden last night?
That WOULD explain the dirt in my vagina
Fucking someone because they own a lava lamp is like fucking someone because they have 20 dollars and no concern for their house burning down.
It was a fight. Me vs nature and drunkenness. And nature won. Big time.
I think it really helped to be hungover at accepted students day. it gave me a good feel for how it would be everyday if I go there.
Also, I pretty much need an IV of fluids straight to my soul
In my defense, who let the drunk girl run around with a sack of broken glass unsupervise?
Just remember: We don't tell our English professor about our fetishes unless she specifically asks about them.
Do I masturbate or eat a pound of matazah. Alissa help what do I do??
Randomize
