i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
pretty sure I just motor boated my professor at the drag show
My insides feel lik shag carpet. It is awesome
cat food counts as protein by the way
someone lit off fireworks while I puked in the street. I was like congratulating me for making it through homecoming.
2nd night home for break and we had to call the fire department to keep the house from burning down. At this rate I'll be lucky to see you next semester.
rolled over to window for cup of snow instead of leaving bed for water. that's how hungover
i drank out of a bidet.
I have so many hands. So. Many. Hands. I can feel arms that I don't have yet. They tickle. I can see the blood in my eyes. I think something is happening. The hands!!! I'm ticking myself with hands I don't have yet! I can't stop giggling about my notyet hands!
he was inside of, then got up said "we don't want you having a baby," grabbed his car keys and left. so now i'm just sitting on his bed, wondering if he's coming back.
Dude, please tell me you know why there's a naked chick asleep outside my room.
I remember grabbing your ass. So firm. So right. I don't regret it.
Update: just imagined being dirty talked to in an Irish brogue and I think my vagina became a sentient being.
I lost all interest the day she banged that guy in the Amazon parking lot. That's a special kinda whore.
Starting to realize that fucking everyone I come across isn't the most... "adult"... coping method.
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