we're blogging at a bar
just survived the first fart of the relationship.
It must be a full moon weekend. All of my weird booty calls are coming out of the woodwork. I spent 40 minutes on the phone last night telling one why he is so creepy.
whenever he goes down on me he looks at me and I just want to poke him in the eyes
I'm genuinely dissapointed that we didn't make any fat chicks cry
Would it be sharing too much to tell you that my nipples hurt so much that I couldn't comfortably go down the stairs?
It's tough not drinking when the bartender adds rum to your coke without telling you, and doesn't charge you
Fuck these runners passing me on campus as I'm waking to dinner. With my huggie. With flavored vodka and rum. Aka yum
I have to remind myself to breathe. That hungover.
we told you you couldn't get your dick sucked because you were a girl and you yelled at us and said we were 'discriminating you'
We have GOT to stop getting stoned and going out for expensive dinners.
This is seriously fucking awkward. My favorite sex scene just started and my dad's still here. He offered me Cheetos.
Does she know she is talking to people who slam shots of fireball and chase it with vodka?
There's lube and condom packets all over the street we missed something awesome.
I woke up at 3am, top off, with campus security telling me to get dressed. Tonight was a GOOD NIGHT
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