its a saturday night. im home alone watching legally blonde, eating week old birthday cake and drinking milk out of the carton. so yeah im doing real well
Just used my last prints at the library for brackets instead of final reviews. Hello March.
We found him. 8 blocks away from the bars and almost at his parent's house. On the verge of tears.
I don't know if it's lucky or if it really just makes my tits look THAT good, but I've never NOT gotten laid with this bra on
Tomorrow night wont work for me. I'm talking with Bryan about marriage and I dont want to have a shroom hangover.
There are several different types of life sentences in my purse right now.
I'm gonna do some tripping... In the direction of balls
I had a dream where I was about to fight you but you were dressed like a greek god and had just killed a werewolf with your bare hands
No memories of receiving this. Or of getting home. Or of apparently developing a taste for marmalade, which I assume is yours because I have literally never eaten it before. It's all over the kitchen. And my phone. And in my hair. Oh god I wish I wasn't on the train to work. X And sorry about the kitchen x
I don't care how hungry or impatient you are. the highest setting on the microwave is 100% and you better not take it appart to add power. This is not the Enterprise.
my human sexuality class is the only class where the porn i watch the night before is relevant to the discussion the next day
i almost threw up on his dick. its like icarus, flew too close to the sun. except the sun is his dick and my throat was icarus
Cat needed to get out last night. Walking to the door was too much effort so I encouraged (pushed) him to leave via window.
Isn't your room on the second floor?
I'm not sure you count what happened last night as sex.
So I might join you on the drunk train on the way to poor decisions.
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