Going to pass out with da shoes on. hugging wallstreet journal from tuesday. please check me for liveliness in the morning.
Apparently I walked up to him, mumbled something incoherently, then started to make out with him. Why does this always happen.
Idk if you remember me telling you about him, but I gave him a hj under the stars. Kind of added a little disney aspect to the whole experience.
My goal of the day is to not shit myself. That's it. Setting the bar real low
When you get here, kick me in the balls. It's really important. - I'll explain later.
I consented to having my finger branded. How was your night?
It feels like New Years Day all over again...me trying desperately not to throw up in the backseat & mom and dad blissfully unaware in the front
When he was fat he reminded me of my high school best friend and I just wanted to hug him and hug him. Also, he's funny and humor is the fastest way into my pants after Doctor Who and liquor.
I cried at the bar for 30 minutes because I got my arm stuck in my sweater. I got free drinks for the rest of the night after the bartender helped me.
So this is what it's like to wake up with someone else's blood in your nose...
I just fell out of my doorway to go to class so if that doesn't describe how my night went idk what will
I no longer need a flask. I need a canteen.
This is either the best idea i've ever had or the worst. stay tuned.
It's becoming clear to me that I am not sugar baby material. I don't think I could handle old balls long term.
the cops drove by and you were on your back in the middle of the side walk with your arms and legs in the air yelling that you were a dead bug .
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