Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
The professor just announced to the class that I talked to him in the bar on my birthday.
Remember when I was so high that I thought my appendix burst? All I had to do was fart man, just fart.
he asked me if i would dance for him to make it easier for him to jack off. does that answer your question.
Uhg.. This isn't fair. I just want to have sex with you until i lose consciousness, wake up and start over... is that so much to ask?
like a dude with a badge in a golf cart is gunna do shit. Unless he has a tazer. Then it's fair game.
I don't remember anything that happened last night past 10.. I made him buy me a Buckeye's Donut tshirt. I have no idea why he'd want to fuck me after that.
It's a strange mix of shame and pride every time I pee at the bar and still see my lipstick on the bathroom wall...
I'm laying in bed listening to Purple Rain on repeat. If you wanna bone, come up, but if not, at least Prince understands me.
What's his name?? He crossfits 6 times a week, works in finance & is into the occasional felony class drug. His name is irrelevant in order to know if I wanna bone him again.
Where did you go?
I'm not really sure. They have flavored vodka. I like it and I'm never leaving. Ever.
I just saw a kid on iowa campus story that looked like the guy i made out with on spring break.
In Texas. Drank way too much wine. Puked in a gallon zip lock bag. Passed out at 445 with the ENTIRE family here. Got up at 745 in time for dinner. I made you proud!!!
The sex was so good I feel like I could run a triathlon, hit big at the casino, and defeat ISIS.
Drinks have officially taken priority over self-respect, and I'm not even all that torn up about it.
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