I wish everyone could be as happy as the people in the laxative commercials.
I was just tapping my foot in the bathroom at Penn Station just PRAYING for anonymous sex. You know how that goes.
i just realized the only form of arm exercise i get is holding my arms up in the stand up tanning booth
i googled waterboarding like you asked. as long as you do it outside. we have carpet. but i wont be a part of it.
we hotboxed my bathroom. with nine people and two dogs.
Hah, I lost the lenses in my glasses, didn't event notice til this morning... How was the meeting?
I'm sweating so much right now i look like Whitney Houston
After last night, I've decided I will now bang only men who professionally ride things for a living. I will accept jockeys, cowboys, bullriders, and pro bicyclists who lie and say they're bullriders.
yeah, i found the sharpie that everyone use to sign my tits last night. its dead.
i love you man. i hope we fuck some serious shit up this summer.
Woke up naked next to Alex and he was braiding my hair and then commented on how healthy my hair was. I don't even know anymore..
I need to ask my mom where the drain cleaner is, but I'm afraid she'll ask why and the answer to that will just be "cum."
I'm just going to lay in a blanket cocoon of self pity for the next few months.
Our conversation concluded a weekly schedule of casual sex in between classes.
I was masturbating and a roofer walked past my bedroom window.
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