do you think my med school application would be worse off if "I like helping others and shit" slipped into an essay I emailed last night?
no jill really. Evrything around me is talking to me. The plant, my dog, the tv,the lamp. Its amazing.
I passed out on my porch last night. I'm still making it to class. This is what growing up means.
that blow job was not worth the clinginess that will follow
I feel the need to point out that one of the items on my to-do list for the day is "don't throw up" I have no concept of normal
Thank you for getting us into that car accident. I have had more guys hit on me than ever before because of my broken fingers.
Some guy just stopped me in the bar and asked if I had a shot named after me at another bar called God damn my VaJana hurts? He already knew my name was Jana so I couldn't deny it!
Good news. Hiccups are gone. Bad news. I had to set the bathroom rug on fire to get rid of them. Don't come home until the fire truck leaves.
What happens at the gay bar stays at the gay bar. Except that I sold my panties for $100. People should know that.
We just got home a lil bit ago. No sorority girls showed except the ugly swimmer chick and she asked if I've ever faked an orgasm.
Just bought a gingerbread house kit and pregnancy tests. Happy holidays.
he brings me coffee and gets a blow job. not sure if I trained him or he trained me or it's simply mutually beneficial beautiful.
Her cop pants made me imagine I was riding a unicorn and by unicorn I mean her face
I am so disappointed that he didn't steal a Christmas tree last night.
You call it sex. I call it penis conditioning.
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