Last night I fell down in the street (I think in someone's vomit), cut my knee up, lost my moms necklace and my license, and had to walk back to the hotel.
When I came home you were watching infomercials, eating croutons out of the box and salsa from a funnel. Well done.
he changed my name in his contacts to "rick", so his mom wouldn't know he was texting me
I feel like wearing underwear would just be poor planning
So "Abstinence August" was a bust. Maybe I'll try for "Sex-free September" or "Only if we're facebook official October"
It's a piss down the stairs of the hotel kind of night
So I just did the math and everything in this room except the computer and my clothes has been in my vagina
Jesus christ it's been two texts and we are already talking about dildos
I was grinding on people that were grinding. Nonconsensual.
Come back I feel like I ticking time bomb of
of drugs
I think my body is a cloud. This mixture of things is heavenly. Dare was wrong, drugs are awesome.
Currently putting together my outfit for this weekend, AKA a poster board that says "I'll cook you breakfast and do all your laundry, take me home." On front and back
Signs you do Molly too much. Glow sticks fallout of random articles of clothing on academic row
The stripper told Tom to sort his life out
Who knew that showing someone your boobs would make them stop crying.
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