you sent me 5 happy birthday texts last night. one after the other. spelled differently.
does the new i-phone have a pregnancy test app?
I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
He could tell i had a fever by feeling my tits. He gets docter of the year.
I was just handed jelly beans by a guy in a penguin costume. Standby for confirmation on if they are actually drugs.
just puked a little into my hand/sleeve. way too hungover for the first day of class
I have no idea, but there's a bus parked in front of my house and like 6 texts saying im gonna prove my love. this is either really really awesome or really really bad.
On a toatally unrelated note, I see music in my hair
Not my type. One of those types that loves that they're educated, could drink their red wine and have an intellectual conversation and have a wonderful time
An adult?
plus there's no nice way to tell a guy you physically hate the shape of their cock.
I think if my mom ever finds out about my nipple piercings I'll just be like "mom, tbh it's a sex thing"
At one point I was counting his nipple hairs to calm myself down.
It's almost like he's actually taking my commentary and criticism to heart, but simultaneously succumbing to some primal urge to wear less clothing each time.
I'm pretty sure he sprained my clit...
I'm floating on a rainbow and a purple elf is giving me advice. COME NOW!!!
Randomize
