morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
whatever sunny in Philadelphia does on Thursday nights, I'm doing all weekend.
im gonna call it quits for tonight... I am so drunk I dont even have the motor skills to masturbate
I'm really starting to miss his dick. Like so much I'm actually tempted to try and work things out with him again.
we were totes just talking about. huu in the bathbub. 5 girlszzz
He's hungover and at the neighbour's garage sale negotiating a price for a tuba.
I woke up and took my shirt off, and there was what I was assume to be pieces of tree in my chest hair. Any ideas about that one?
This summer isn't about fun. We have to train our livers to survive the next four years.
he tried to give me his business card but gave me his health insurance card then realized it and offered to take me to the strip club
I just windexed my mirror headboard, Lets get to work.
Worrying about "What smells like cat pee?" is so much easier than worrying about "What am I doing with my life?"
Dear god. Please. Please do NOT deprive yourself of dick for 90 days. Blood will spill. Wolverines will howl. I can't handle that kind of terror.
I can't figure out how to eat twizzlers and I have to be at a wedding reception in an hour.
Please never have kids.
I met someone else! And I had a wonderful orgasm! And he wants to see me again, like take me out!
I just didn't expect to have anal in a retail store at 9 AM on a Tuesday.
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