I woke up naked, with the lights on, using my backpack as a pillow and a pillow as a blanket.
I mean, yeah, she was cheating on me but I've been fucking her brother. My secret relationship trumps her secret relationship.
In a weird way, I don't want to stalk him on Facebook. I want to find out what's wrong with him the old-fashioned way. Is this what it means to be romantic?
I think we need to have a day of drinking in classes. I know we don't share any, but sacrifices need to be made.
If there was a bread and water delivery truck id make sweet hungover love with it.
He kept asking for nudes so I sent him a picture another guys dick. He called me ruthless.
I now have a other guy willing to drive 3 hours for my vagina. At my next gyno appointment I'm asking her if there's cocaine in there.
I've seen too many dicks in the past week. I can't do it anymore.
I'm about to play another round of who's panties are in my car.
How's Vegas?
Woke up with a sculpture of my own head. Been trying to find Ashley for two days. so pretty not too bad.
who knew rolling through the dorm on a scooter in footie pajamas would attract so many guys. he said i'm his soulmate.
so.. please tell me you did not really sleep on the washing machine last night
guilty
He was wearing a diaper to the party. I've never felt like such a creep in my life.
You think you can just send me a picture of your dick and everything will be ok?
Yep.
How was I supposed to know the accent was fake before i slept with him
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