Hm. I declare blue a flavor.
what did you hear about me?
that you are a very nice girl and a pleasure to be around
that was hard to say and not laugh
It's very clear that i'm the girl sweating out four lokos at 2 in the afternoon at the gym
Wednesday. Otherwise known, to you at least, as "there are two gay men in my bed" day.
I don't know at least half of his name. I have officially become a statistic.
he was holding his dick in one hand and my boob in the other and i looked down and thought, this is my life
I'm pretty sure blacking out is a coping mechanism.
I forgot how wholesome of a place a park is when youre not drinking there.
There's jello in my purse I have a mysterious glow stick and didn't sleep with anyone my god I'm 3 for 3 tonight
SIMBAAAA REMEBER WHO YOU ARE
Negotiating with my body. We're ok. Violent upheaval is not necessary.
I'm in his bed with no pants on and he's just eating a sloppy joe
How long until you're healed?
Physically? A week or so. Emotionally? The scars of dislocating my knee at a frat and flashing my panties to the whole crowd wi never heal.
We're too hungover to prance.
I walked in and saw her crying and singing to her dog
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