So ps i'm not pregnant with any athletes illegitimate children : )
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
dont like to call her my roomate, too cordial. i refer to her as the whore that was assigned to live with me
No see this is how It goes: guys will fuck virgin girls. But girls don't really want to fuck virgin guys. So you're good have no fear.
i was taking the test and had to adjust my boner and my teacher thought i was cheating or something
I'm wearing cowboy boots and showing way too much cleavage to be in a place with no jaeger.
Having the sex-a-thon in the back yard led to some really odd tan lines.
Like handprints on my lower back...
Day drinking straight vodka out of a Mountain Dew can being towed behind a kayak on a raft. And no, there is no time difference, it really is 10 am.
It was like we had a conversation with our eyes.
Was it a good conversation?
It was an awkward, sexual conversation.
I think we need to stage a munchie intervention for Ben. I just watched him use a tortilla as a potholder to dump water out of his ramen.
I said no to friends with benefits because it was too much commitment
Does this mean I have to put a bra on now
Btw, how did you break into my room, and why did you decide that covering the mushrooms with a blanket was more secure than a lock on my door?
When I planned out my evening, "co-author lesbian vampire erotica" was not anywhere on my list of expected activities.
Me neither, but hey, this is where we've ended up. Let's embrace the moment.
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