I had a good time, probably would have a bigger headache today if you were in town.
I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
I made a mac n' cheesicle. Better in my head than in real life. Gonna keep smoking to see if it gets better.
We pinky-swore to never fuck each other again.
she acted like she'd never seen someone do speed off of a desk with a rolled up receipt. and she calls herself a grad student.
The good news is I managed to avoid the three cop car looking for me. The bad news is I no longer have shoes.
I think being an adult is being able to say no to free shots...I need to work on that.
Your list of "good ideas" thumbtacked to the lampshade last night consisted of nothing but "tampon-pen" with a note indicating that girls could then always have something to write with, even naked.
At 27 it's no longer called 'slutty', it's called having a healthy sex life...
I dunno, there's just something so\ncomforting about having his penis in my mouth.
I was mad at him...then I jerked off. Now I'm over it. Orgasms fix everything, I swear.
So why exactly are your shoes in my freezer?
She passed out in my baby sister's room so we put her in one of my grandma's diapers, put a pacifier in her mouth, put her in my sister's crib and took pictures.
The coast is clear - also, would it bother you if I chose not to wear pants?
With each thrust he'd whisper "like a ninja." Should I be flattered or appalled?
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