i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
i know he has to tuck it when he gets excited in public and all, but now he is just starting to show off.
now I regret adding my aunt on facebook. she remnded me today on my wall about the importance of checking my stools for blood since I have diaherria.
He told me he had an exgf. and didnt follow up with"and now i like guys."
That's science, my friend. Boner science.
at least the person I hooked up with donates to charity, the shirt I was wearing this morning was his relay for life shirt.
Also, I threw up on the playground again. I've honestly had more fun there this past summer than I did in my entire childhood.
We talk about tequila and blow jobs the way that normal people talk about the news and the weather.
That man gives me hope. I can't help it. And by "hope" I mean "wood."
I confess. I just downed the bottle of saki. And I'm singing phantom of the opera to the dogs. Be glad you're not here for the high notes.
Masturbated before I came into work and now the finger scanner won't clock me in. Fuck Valentines Day.
We were basically fucking on the dance floor. People kept buying us drinks. It really only encouraged us.
Do you think accidently including this month's Credit Card statement in my application will keep me from getting into grad school?
Depends ... when did you purchase your vibrator?
Your life is quite full of dick lately.
It really is!
Thanks for leaving me with drunk gabby
Hahahaha why what's happening?
She's sending me morse code through the wall....typical
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