Bad news is im a slut again. Good news is its with people ive been a slut with before.
The more my room-mate speaks, the more I notice that she was home schooled.
he asked me if i "normally slept like that" because i was curled up in a ball facing the wall. then he told me that i woke up in the middle of the night and said "oh my god. i forgot you were here." how did he not understand that i didn't want him in my bed.
i keep seeing random pieces of my outfit all around town.
How many vodka infused gummi bears count as 1 drink?
all law school has taught me so far is how to fart quietly during lectures and how to out-argue the ice cream guy when he screws me out of extra toppings.
I wasn't vocally whispering "she wants to bite your dick off" about that kirsten girl was I?
I might as well rub my vagina against it before I throw it away.
The stock is going waaaaay up on that picture of my pussy with a bowtie on it.
Your birthday is now over. Your day in the spotlight has dimmed and now you're as special as everyone else. The world goes back to revolving around me. Good night.
Saying I've had more balls in my mouth than you is the last clear, coherent thing I remember.
Odd start to the day - the FBI just showed up at my apartment.
Oh damn it. Let me get a beer. I can't take anymore bad news. Hold on.
I walked in and saw her crying and singing to her dog
I'll give you some leg action but I'm not showing you anything else until your penis admits it loves me
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