I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
The hookah bar is playing i'm on a boat. I believe in god again.
I have started doing my homework in bars. It just feels right.
I spit up blood this morning
That's vegas.
It was some time between the gurgles of her blowing me to us throwing up in the same bucket afterwards that I realized we would be doing this a lot.
hes either a crazy bad problem or a crazy good orgasm. I just can't decide which one.
It's that time of the week again where I begin to ponder life's great questions like, "What will my pathetic excuse for a future look like?" and "Why tacos?"
I don't remember what you were saying to me in the bathroom. But whatever it was, yes, because i remember nodding a lot.
Why is there broken glass in my purse?
You stole a snow globe. From your VP. Soooo...maybe don't put all your hopes on that promotion you were expecting
It's like she fell out of an MTV reality show and no one knows how to send her back
Once you jizz in someones hat, you cant take it back.
I feel like I spent all day wearing underpants made entirely of poison ivy and sandpaper
Probably yeah. I mean maybe one day we can be those friends that hang out naked. Not awkard at all.
I love the smell of your bedroom. It smells of a mixture of cherries, leather, and unrequited homosexual desire.
I don't care. We're going to fuck. And I WONT apologize in the morning. You cheated on me, so you can cheat on her with me.
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