Is it necrophilia if we're both dead?
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.
not allowed to tweet this cos she's following me but i definitely just got head in a stairwell of the university of chicago. wanted you all to know.
We planned for the zombie apocalypse. In great detail. Of course there was booze involved.
Please come to History lecture. The kid two seats over is belligerently drunk.
sometimes i think life is slapping me across the face and laughing, saying "ha ha! you're an adult!"
We're not even buying beer. Just vodka. In pre-retrospect this was a bad idea but we're doing it anyway
Fuck him for salsa, please. I heard its a good recipe.
... I went down on him at the movies. I feel like Alanis Morisette.
You called me and said "Aidan's unconscious" to which he said "I'm conscious, I'm conscious pilot"
He was filled with the holy spirit. And vodka.
if memory serves, the guy you were hooking up with said he was a slutty skittle.
It's like your nipple is comforting my nipple.
Was I at least a good cuddler? Like at least honorable mention?
I know but we're going to blackout city so it'll probably be warm there
I remember climbing onto your table and singing"tequila tequila" into your candlesticks. I apologize.
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