i feel like im playing gay clue. i have to figure out where i am, who took me home, and what he put in me
So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
sitting on my lesbian neighbors couch, sexting, & eating a burrito.. that single
answered a 6 am booty call this morning...you were still in the er so I thought what the hell
He just texted me asking if I remember pinching his eyelid shut with my eyelash curler.
Hey, what did you end up doing with those ski goggles?
Anything is possible. I didn't even know I was wearing the toilet cover as a hat
I think we need to have a day of drinking in classes. I know we don't share any, but sacrifices need to be made.
So I'm not dead, but close call. I think I can handle one more bar.
I fucking hate tequila. Tequila makes me hate pants.
I'm going to have to include Angry Orchard in my thesis acknowledgements
Give me an out of order sign and caution tape and we can have sex practically anywhere.
He was cheering for me from the end of the bar as I sloppily ate a Ruben sandwich. It made me feel really special.
Yeah well, last time I said I wasn't having a big night I was being strangled in somebody's spare bed
Keep in mind this was 2012... YOLO was a very new concept.
We had an argument over whether or not she had super strength. She settled it by dragging me to the bed room and throwing me on the bed. Then forcefully fucking me. She won the argument.
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