we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
Charles is a playa. And I don't mean the spanish word for beach.
17 year olds will be the death of me.
I don't know the quality of the hand jobs you've received in the past but it CLEARLY was not one from me
I have a gash on my leg an a lobster leg in my purse.
Don't ask how or why, but I think the 775 on the inside of my lip is permanent
I think not having bongs in close range is good for my academia
FYI, Sammie and I made the executive decision that we're getting a pet octopus and keeping it in the ballpit. Just thought you should know.
He made me keep his swollen nut cold with frozen bags of peas while rubbing his tummy because he said I had no choice.
Girl at work pointed out that the blood vessels around my eyes were all popped and I smell like puke
I don't know. Sometimes you can be a wild card with your emotions. Mostly the emotion known as anger.
currently working on a look that screams, "I'm dead inside, but still trying to enjoy the ride"
the only reason I'm still sleeping with him is to get the university's secure wifi password
I've had more orgasms than showers this week.
its so awesome dude, its like im a magical unicorn or something
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