i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
also i tucked his toothbrush in my shirt. why? i dont know.
there is nothing more satisfying than playing sudoku while pooping
well isn't that the pot calling the kettle a make out whore
I honestly don't know what my boundaries are, but shitting on me is crossing them.
our conversations pretty much only consist of the phrase 'fuck you'. and the sex is fantastic. we've got a great thing going here.
So "Abstinence August" was a bust. Maybe I'll try for "Sex-free September" or "Only if we're facebook official October"
That's the best thing about having gay dads, you don't gotta do shit on mothers da and everybody is down wit getting wasted on mimosas at brunch
i know you're upset so i should probs be supportive but i've got nothing in that department. your life suuuuucks
I'm to the point where I'm fantasizing about Iron Chefs going down on me.
I just used crown royal bags as pot holders...
I'm not sure. But he has a pet sugar glider. So, points either way
As long as that's not his name for his dick.
While I'm here in reality dreaming of catching chili cheese fries with my mouth out of t shirt guns like Jesus is real
If my vagina was a person it would have a bandage around its head and it's arm in a sling rn
Met this british guy. Played pool. Broke into an apartment and had sex
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