He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
We need to start having rules for the weekends. Like no more downing 3 shots because we want to slut dance a little harder or because biggie just came on.
I'm sitting on the patient chair, waiting for my vagina to be violated & "i don't want to miss a thing" has been playing on repeat. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME.
Somehow "stranger danger" turned into making out with a 25 year old on burbon street.
You do realize that we got a stripper to do the YMCA for us on the main stage... Right?
...i'd have to set their sheets on fire.
Porn. Physics. Porn. Icecream. Porn. That's my life now.
Just wait til you visit, there will be an endless supply of fresh dick for your demand #economics
Don't I can pass these orgasm blushes off as sunburn for much longer...
So "I hate myself Mondays" has extended to Tuesday this week. I just had peanut butter and a glass of wine for lunch.
not only was there glitter in the toilet after i peed, but there was some on the toilet paper after i wiped. this cant be healthy.
So high that I just walked into class, late, sat down in my desk, and tried to buckle my seatbelt.
Dude how about today while I was on lunch someone died in the break room at work....I didn't even know we had a break room!!
It wasn't intentional or anything but I've now had sex with all of your siblings. How's college going?
Ok so I need a recap of last night...
YOU SPENT SIX DOLLARS AT NICKEL BEER NIGHT!!! How's that
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