i want you now
you need to stop dating girls with the same name as your mother...or stop drinking so much...I don't want to see this
I wasn't fucked. I was just drunk, because i was still able to walk into the woods and masterbate.
I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
I kept whispering "I love it when you call me big papa" until she got annoyed and left
I sat alone in Buffalo Wild Wings eating chocolate cake on Country Western karoake night. The waiter asked me if I was ok. Twice.
I gave myself a pep talk in the library bathroom mirror. and then threw up in the sink.
I made this pact with my vagina, though. No more heartless fuckery.
Let me clarify that those tears were for losing my fuck buddy and his penis, not to the fact that he decided he wanted an actual relationship with feelings.
Tell Taylor to rock on. Tell her she is so beautiful that the sun shines down on her face and shows her beauty. Tell her to live on, like Martin Luther King. He'll never die. He's living his dreams.
Drunk. But sober enough to know I hate gymnastics.
im in the library and there's this guy on a computer just staring at a google image of beer. finals week is rough.
I woke up with my vibrator in my bed so I'm assuming I had a decent night.
So I'll be starting a scrapbook from all the mugshots of the guys I've slept with
The last thing I remember is being given a cup full of absinthe and deciding I needed to wear my tool belt
You were returned to the hotel by someone wearing a priest costume and carrying knives.
We haven't had hot water in our dorm all weekend. Do you know if there is any other way to wash off shame?
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