It's pouring out. I am cold, wet, and miserable.... Kind of reminds me of our sleepover last night.
Honestly there's alot of things I'm confused about the only thing I know for certain about last night is that I ate pizza
so on my way home this naked dude runs right in front me his weiner at half mast screaming i'm only doing this cause its a 50 dollar dare
he called me "his little blueberry cunt muffin"...how would that make you feel?
S and I had anal without a condom because I'm on my rag but he didn't finish. Should I still take Plan B?
it's amazing how much more room there is in my purse when I'm not carrying alcohol in it
if theres anything i pride myself on, its my ability to look homeless.
If I ever mention marriage force me to Brazil to do coke and strippers until I die.
We got caught having sex in the bathroom by my professor. In accordance with tradition, we still brofisted. I think my grade went up considerably.
I'm not having the "why are your fucking my daughter" talk and the "your a drug addict" talk with your mom tonight.
I'm trying to seductively eat these M&M's to let her know its on
Well get back to your date and give him the ceremonial 1am handy and text me when your done.
Opened my notebook to coke all over the pages. So, if that's any indication on how this weekend went.
I had to give myself a suppository. That was the LEAST fun I've had inserting things in my ass.
I'm seeing how far I can grow my leg hair out before Jason will say anything. I'm up to an inch
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