HE had a tribal tattoo tramp stamp, jasmine.
she is graduated, working for the school, and puking in the bathroom of a frat house. she wants brush her hair so she doesnt "look trashy". im in love.
I shaved my legs finally. I am starting to remember what my skin feels like.
i think my mom would be mad if i was pregnant. last time i was she grounded me for a week.
Had sex to a Lionel Richie song. I have a feeling I was conceived to it. Finally reached full circle.
I'm going on a nature/throwup walk. Don't lock me out of the apartment.
this morning your mother said to me "sorry to have to meet you like this, in my sons bed" later she said "you never know whos gonna be in there. its scary sometimes"
Hope your thanksgiving is a complete blowjob festival.
There was an Altoids can full of urine in the bathroom. I do not want to know what was going on in there.
it was like fucking a Mumford & Sons song
is that a sigh of girlish delight, or "sigh...I'm having a herpes outbreak'
Can't it be both?
This time last year I was crying in a church parking lot without shoes or a bra, so the years can only go up from here
We used to bone, but now she's my life coach.
The guy I slept with in AZ just called and is moving here next week.
That Spanish guy who looks like Ben Affleck from that club we went to 3 weeks ago is still texting me.. He clearly doesn't remember what I look like.
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