can someone explain to me why i woke up under a twister sheet
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
I think I've lost the thrill of being a slut. It's just that the newness has worn off, I think.
It's probably just the physical manifestation of slut karma. But i of course mean that in the kindest way possible because i love you and respect your choices
You're a college freshman. Its your job to be pathetic. And drunk. But mostly pathetic
did the fire alarm go off at the party last night I kind of remember a fire alarm noise
omg omg i ripped it out of the ceiling omg
We play this game where we catch up on what we missed over five years of not talking to eachother, then we have sex like nothing ever happened.
Woke up the day after the party with a bruise on my stomach. Pretty sure my liver was trying to escape for fear of it's life.
I think I may have some undocumented and undiscovered std that causes girls to go bat shit crazy. How you got it is beyond me
Welp, I can cross "making out with a guy in a dress" off my bucket list...
I went to bed at ten on a Friday night I have virtues to spare
He said that I started crying after sex because he was leaving to go back to Europe after the semester was over and I wouldn't see his dick anymore. This is why I need to stop hooking up with the exchange students.
just passed the gas station where we took pregnancy tests. memories.
I'd just like to take a moment now to apologize sincerely for getting drunk and making an as of myself at your Christmas party next week. I'm especially sorry for sleeping with your baby sister.
he's single and there are thong briefs.
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