i'm not sure what happened. i know i woke up on the floor of his bathroom, then had morning sex with him. dont remember getting to his apt. dont remember much.
morning sex?... maybe not a total mistake then? he seems like a normal person, so rare at BU
oh no, he's far from normal. i know his high school girlfriend. she's CRAZY. and he definitely deals prescription drugs. also. he had sex with me even though i slept on his bathroom floor.
My balls are so social today.
you just can't say no to drugs on a mirrored table.
So for a second i just thought clitoris was a disease.
My therapist told me it was ok for me to "take risks" now. Cue the hookers and blow.
He's so gross, but the preschooler inside me is screaming that this is her life dream and I have to be with him or she'll never forgive me.
Okay. thanks for sacraficing your body and risking aids for our snowcone business.
Im chasing shots of tequila with chocolate milk right now. by myself. its nasty, but I've had worse in tjere the past couple days, so ill take it.
420 is off to a bad start. Mark wake/baked WAY too much, and he has spent over $50 on the claw machine in the grocery store.
You need to get laid. You spent last night stumbling through the club pulling couples apart and telling them to leave room for Jesus.
We also had rum, but now that's all gone. Which I feel is appropriate for a pirate party.
I feel like shit, and I can't get the band aids off my nipples.
Brb crying the tears of my youth
may or may not have snorted a line of tums... wtf.
tell him if he brings over dinner you might let him see your left boob...or right, whichever you prefer. But under no circumstances do you let him see both...unless he brings a good desert...like coffee ice cream or something
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