I finally had sex with him last night, but we used a condom so it doesn't add to my number of sexual partners.
Ive created a fbook group called "threesome" and invited two girls. Im not going to say a word and just see what happens.
He told me he doesn't dance and he hates drunken excitement. Why I ever thought it would work is beyond me.
Found my phone laying in a snow angel outside my apt this morning.
If my sophomore year were to be made into a novel, it would be titled "dances with salvia"
We've only been here for 15 hours and our names are already on 2 separate police reports. We've also been given our "final warning" by the cops and hotel management.
It's like a double rainbow in both sides of the sky mixed with The Jeffersons.
I just started talking about my sextoy because I wanted things to be normal again.
Well he walked in last night, yelled at me for not playing any music and started dancing.
I did it on acid. I can cook bacon on any condition
I just opened a pickle jar stoned as fuck. I clapped for myself. I feel like wonder woman.
I also fell asleep on the side of a tree so like I hit my lowest point there but it was a good time
Not as bad as when you were sitting in the pond getting fed water
He howled at the moon then told me that if i were a dog he'd have sex with me...either i look like that girl or i need to stop going on blind dates. Period.
It was platonic naked porno viewing, I swear.
Call me Sherlock Holmes, bitch.
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