So I have $4.22 in my bank account, just wrote a check for a tooth brush from quikmart, and bought a 25 cent condom from the bathroom. i don't know whats more sad, my bank account or the fact that i'm entrusting my entire future to a condom machine that was probably last filled in 1970
i wonder if i could find a boyfriend who would call me big papa
sure if you go to prison
I think the boy in my gender studies class cried when 90% of the girls said they had faked an orgasm
my hippie aunt just sent me some brownies with a note saying not to eat them under any circumstances until finals are over. excited.
Spent the last thirty minutes staring at the wall with Leah. It's definitly moving
I'll call it a relationship when I stop masturbating after he goes to sleep
Update: still drunk enough to get lost in Zellers and to think my reflection was my mother. Awesome day.
Found a single cinnamon toast crunch between my butt cheeks. We did work last night
puking in a sink with a garbage disposal Fucking. Rules. It's like you're punishing your puke when you're done.
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
I just sang country roads at the top of my lungs with my cab driver. Tonight was a success.
Just did. I played that shit out so casual I deserve an Oscar. Or am Emmy, or whatever the fuck you get for acting like a boss
I'm not saying I love you. I never said I love you. I said that if earth blew up like Krypton you'd be the only person I would like to have inside me when our bodies burn up in a fiery inferno
it's okay that you two hooked up in the family bathroom at the mall.. i just pray to god you were not making a family in the family bathroom..
I'm fucked-out. That state of being high between fucked up and passed out.
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