Doug is wearing your sports bra fyi
STOP SENDING ME DANCING JESUS FORWARDS.
stripped for him at 3am on my childhood playground and used the swing set as a pole.
I'm covered in sharpie and the girl next to me just said something smells like fried food. Hint: it's me. Why am I in class?
It feels like I'm breathing out my heart and it spreads through my limbs to my fingertips.
Hungover and I may throw up in my therapist's office. Maybe he is right about my drinking
Only sluts go out in this weather carpe diem boys
Poking every semi-decent guy on Facebook in the hopes that one of them will want to hook up with me tonight. So far all i've accomplished is 5 new poke wars which i will most certainly continue after this weekend.
So what's going on?
We hit boys town to get stupid. I mean invading Iraq stupid.
I walk in and my mom has a Christian workout program playing. It's like, gospel music with an "electronic" beat to go with it. And then they try to save your soul at the end. I hate being home.
It's disgusting. He breathes through his mouth and just sounds fat. Plus he chews all loud and shit.
Damn it. Can't order pizza. Can't do the hot tub. No one to invite over for loud, kinky sex. What's the point of being here alone?!
So who left their underwear on a lamppost in my aunt's backyard
I've faked every orgasm I've ever had, I think I can fake being sick for 8 hours.
No, I didn't meet up with him! That's when I had chlamydia.
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