We were chasing that deer in the quad and next thing I remember I woke up in my RAs bed. I'm probably in trouble.
please tell me you remember why "7 days" is written above my bed in red marker
Bookstore boy and I went out, he came back here and I tried to fool around and he respects me too much blah blah I'm a predator.
Just think of all the blizzard sex people are having right now
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
Also this freshmen guy is talking about his gag reflex and no one is making blowjob jokes. I have no faith in the next generation.
struggle bus is officially taking me on a road trip to hell. If this is just the first destination, I'll jump out the fucking window.
I'm going to try and loofah my hangover away.
Update: It didn't work
She pretty much spent NYE measuring dicks, trying to decide which one to take home.
I just came rly close to telling a dude that I want to chew on him and there should be an oil painting of his ass up in the louvre before I realized that isn't how flirting is supposed to go
she's pretty fucking smug for someone who has had unprotected sex with a convicted felon
Did that sound smart? Cuz beneath the boozy exterior beats the heart of a fucking scientist.
I just talked comic books with a cop. We high-fived as he was running my name.
Proud of you.
We discussed the legality of being a vigilante. I won.
She threw my purse across the room almost broke a lamp and this all started bc she forgot what an air mattress was
no, it was more of an i-don't-think-he-even-knows-what-a-clitoris-is, bad.
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