Just found the book "How to Stay Christian in College" on my roommates desk. At a loss for words...
I can't go out tonight. I feel like I'm starting to party as much as Farrah on Teen Mom.
Just got done reading an 11 page essay for class. Took me three fucking days and the only thing I have highlighted is the name "Alexander Cockburn"
I'm hiding out in the living room until he falls back asleep. If he catches a whiff of my tits, it's all over. I just need to play it cool. Babies can smell fear
I dont even remember coming home... All my stuff is strewn randomly around my apartment... And I woke up at 5 sitting propped up in my bed with just my arm in a shirt
Where the hell is he. I called him crying for weed and sex you would think that would signal some urgency.
After she saw a msg in his phone from me that listed the reasons why I love his cock, I don't think I can deny fucking her ex.
it was good, but also weird. like, i came four times and then cried weird.
I like that our conversation ended with "im gonna go get pregnant goodnight"
....she made me stop for like 3 minutes so she could talk to her cat....
On another note; I'm three days away from being 1/12th of my way from not having sex for a year. I need to get laid.
I'm in his bed with no pants on and he's just eating a sloppy joe
According to timehop today marks the 3rd anniversary of my 1st blackout
Haha we both slept with guys named Brad born on may 1st. This is a proud day for sisters.
He showed me his sex playlist and it looked good, so I slept with him.
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