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if creeping was an olympic sport, i would be a lock for the gold right now.
so later when i'm crying over him remind me that he once called his penis "senor weeper"
I really need to stop carrying a flask around with me in my backpack at school..
Aren't you in 8th grade?
9th, but that's not the point.
Maybe you should have studied instead of worrying about who is going to have sex with you
I need to not be around brick walls while intoxicated.
so we have officially lost him as of 7 hours ago.. already called campus security, the drunk tank and the hospital. figure he'll turn up eventually..
i'll start checking the bushes on campus.
The last thing I said to him last night before telling him he couldn't give me a kiss goodnight was pointing at his dick then at me and saying "this isn't working out"
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I'm trying to pinpoint the moment when "don't do anything I wouldn't do" became bad advise.
I woke up with my wool blanket soaking wet on the dorm room floor, and my sweatshirt hanging on the shower door down the hall. So basically my camp-out-in-the-bathroom idea didn't turn out as planned
she fell THROUGH the wall. All in all id have to say that my neighbors where pretty chill about it tho.
It was the highest I'd ever been. I felt like a blob. A blob eating a burrito.
This is even better than the wine from my laundry basket
idk what happened last night but i just wokeup with nothing on but a necklace...what is this, the fucking titanic?
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