i felt like cinderella. except at midnight i turned back into a whore.
i should write a book entitled 'the joys of being sexually objectified'
Is it really that bad? I heard it was like pooping. I like pooping.
Call me back. I want to hear your side of the dead cat in my garage story.
So not only just find my adoption papers that I didnt know about in my parents house, but they say "child shows some signs of mental retardation".
i have this gut feeling friday is going to be interesting.\nAnd by interesting I mean I feel like im going to get punched in the face by his girlfriend.
Please just tell me how ugly she was so I can bask in the diminishingly small reassurance that might give me
Idea for the cake. Joints for candles. Do it.
I was an emotional waste case that night. She made me stroke her ponytail.
you're expensive. Idk about all this. What happened to free make outs?
Sobriety and mild self-respect
and it's like......my shirt is off and he's talking about quidditch. why.
I mean, it was a fun hookup and he's cute and whatnot, but he wouldn't go down on me. Plus he's a republican. Idk why but those things feel like they go hand in hand.
I woke up in my neighbors backyard with glitter on my teeth and sparklers super glued on my bra. which part was your fault?
Want to have dinner and we can talk about how my vagina can make you feel better?
I don't want to just hook up with random dudes. I've had enough bad sex to know that it's not worth hooking up with strangers
It's not?
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