i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
just met our mailman at a party, he asked me out. i said yes, but only if he picks me up in the mail truck. how jealous are you
i told the bartender last night that if the palace saloon made a calendar he would be every month.
i'm at the point now where i want him to say anything. even an apology for his boomerang-shaped penis would be nicer than no comment.
it's like i can feel the ghost of his dick still inside me
when i got home i made myself toast with butter & put pasta on it. I know this cause it's all over my bed.
he said i looked like a lion with slutty lingerie on .
I don't want to have to force feed him my vagina!!
He looks like he got hit by a weed-eater with chlamydia
Just tell your mom you have to go somewhere half naked with a strange man. She'll understand
I spent the day drinking wine and meditating. I'm zen as fuck.
I may not be his cup of tea, but I bet I'm his 10th shot of tequila
And amler is totally snoring loud as fuck sitting on the steps with her feet in a puddle of soda puke
He's bringing a lesbian pretending to be his girlfriend to family Christmas. I can not wait to see how this goes.
So I've already made 5 bad decisions today, wyd?
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