oh wait, my morality sensor is a little fucked up since I almost let my little sister's friend blow me.
he refuses to go down on me anymore when he's high because he thinks my clit piercing stares at him
I woke up with ten beers in my bag that hoarded at the party last night. Rally? Its five somewhere.
Just wanted to make sure that my favorite hot mess is still alive. I dont need words, just a response of any sort. K hope youre living
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This is sufficient.
For some reason I have a hard time believing getting drunk and recreating a movie about singing transvestites is ever very far from a situation you're in.
for breakfast I had vodka and flavor blasted goldfish. and I'm topless.
But he made me breakfast and understands the fuck sleep fuck sleep necessities
Dude in front of me just jumped out of line at Starbucks to go puke. Vegas in prime form.
I'll have my hookups make my March Madness picks. Win my bracket, win my heart. That's how it works right?
if any part of your body has ever entered my vagina you are fucking obligated to speak to me if i so desire
I still think the kiddie pool full of jello option is worth exploring. Just sayin'.
Like please, take your microdick and try to stick it someplace else. It is not welcome in my world.
Sheila knows I only go down on her on Bastille Day. Valentine's Day we get high and watch The Neverending Story. THE SYSTEM WORKS.
I bought Plan B for the first time and an interview outfit today. You could say my life is improving.
It's been two whole weeks and I haven't missed a single class. I deserve 69 blunts.
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