I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
my room smells like sperm. sweet.
New realization: eye makeup remover takes sharpie off boobs
exactly. I want him to have to live with the fact that he fucked me. I want him to look me in the eye and say "you were a drunken mistake".
just found out that she named her cat after me.
Well I have rug burns in both armpits, somehow. So yes you should have been here
I didn't want to have shaved for no reason, so I told him I'd blow him if he would just come over and appreciate the smoothness of my legs.
meanwhile at my house I found 2 bud heavys in the back of my book shelf crammed between a Franklin book and goodnight moon
I'm only friends with her because I can't stop watching the train wreck.
and then after the older sorority girl asked me his name she said "he gave me the rest of his mcdonalds and I decided to go home with him. it was the best that I could hope for my night"
Lost my pants last night. Really need to stop taking shots of whiskey like I'm eating skittles.
Grandma cant send me 4 lbs of gummi bears and expect me not to soak them in some sort of alcohol
MANIFESTATION IS REAL AND IM GETTING LAID TONIGHT
I cam home to find him twitching on the floor, surrounded by unopened condoms and covered in cranberry sauce (yes I tasted it) while Thundercats was playing.
We were playing fuck marry kill and he was eavesdropping so I said I would fuck him
It was like catching dick in a barrel
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