so i used to love airports for the escalators... now its the bars... then the escalators after the bars
there's got to be a less slutty way to tell him the baby isn't his
I have started doing my homework in bars. It just feels right.
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
We're playing a drinking game to 'how to train your dragon'. has it really come to this?
I'm wearing a real bra and real shoes. I look like a fucking lady.
i wonder if cab drivers are trained in the art of delivering girls back to their dorms on Saturday mornings. because mine was so nice that he dropped me off at the back of my building so no one would see me.
he could've at least fucked me twice. that's just common courtesy.
This 35 year old just told me that he was headed to the dance floor and it was about to get real dangerous......was that an invite?
HEY. NO. THIS IS ABOUT YOU RIGHT NOW. YOUR COCK, MY MOUTH, THATS IT.
Drunk wound on my leg hast healed and neither has my dignity
A surplus of mistakes were made and I don't know what 89% of them were.
Due to this morning's events my new porn name is Reepa Nipplov.
I just made mac at 3:10 am... My life is falling apart...
Apparently I thought every drink in my house needed to have a buddy so I put some vodka in each one. Long story short being wasted at work because the gatorade you brought is 60% liqour is not a great idea.
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