it hasn't hit me that college is over yet. so far at home, i haven't brushed my teeth, taken off my makeup, or changed clothes before bed.
What kind of poor, pathetic town do we live in where a horny teenage girl is sitting in her basement on a saturday night, unlaid?
There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
Any day that starts with a call from my ex-bf... crying... is a good day.
What's the point in getting all dressed up and going when i'm just gonna throw up on myself by midnight?
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
Get out here. Doing shots with the delivery guy. Also, the food is here
i want to have awesome sex and feel fuzzy.
I need to stop agreeing to hang out with people when I'm drunk.
there is a guy with a glowstick staff outside my house
I told him to take the baby so I could work out. My workout consisted of getting high and masturbating
Sooooooo, can scratch getting a pelvic exam by a man dressed as Woody from Toy Story off my list.
You need to write an essay about this experience.
He was even wearing the hat.
One sec I was having the time of my life, the next I was shitting water
Humming the Indiana Jones theme song as my hand makes its way to his dick.
He is completely naked, curled in a ball, and rocking back and forth in the shower humming lullabies to himself. This is your responsibility since I'm going to be fucking someone in 5.7 seconds.
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