Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
you were convinced campus grass and foliage would give you your daily serving of vegetables to balance out the amount of alcohol you drank.
I sent him a picture of my touching myself. He responded back "Your nails look really nice"
I convinced her san diego was a state. all the proof I needed was saying, why do they call it san diego state university?
On the one hand, she would be the biggest mistake of my year. On the other hand, she's here and drunk.
first time i ever mailed panties back to a fuck buddy. what better of a way to say its over
Come through the front door when you get here.
Right now I'm so wasted I can't determine whats a door and a window.
HE'S LICKING FROSTING OFF OF THE EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD BOY
Note to self: don't try to shave your legs when sex-sore. You CANT reach, stop trying.
I'm in the smoking section between a transvestite molly dealer and a group of juggalos. I shouldn't be that hard to find.
Oh goddamn. That a super downer Tuesday reality right there. Just hit me with the cold, hard, nasty facts.
No one needs to know about the barren wasteland that is my vag. Sometimes i visualize my cervix rocking back and forth wondering where everybody went.
I just pictured that. It's reading a book.
I shit like a lady though so that rarely happens
Oh, and Harry Potter. We could be fuck-and-Harry-Potter buddies.
I came home in someone else's underwear this morning
Atleast you got a souvenir
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