ok i said sorry. what else do you want?
100 blowjobs
you don't remember? you called me at 330 crying because you were in the middle of having sex with corey and forgot his name. all you kept saying was i'm a drunk bitch.
went to library to start paper due tomorrow & took those orange addys u gave. now realizing they were ur xanax. completely fucked and going to fail, but calmly at peace with the situation.
her parents were awake and in the next room. i think i deserve a big fucking medal for that orgasm.
sometimes you have to go after what you want
true. and i really want to cum
I put a toilet paper roll with my number on it by his face... hooking up is not happening
I had to break up with him he didn't understand my priorities. I'm sorry but Saturday nights are for pot and Doctor Who. I'm not going to change who I am.
No padding. I spent my whole summer with my nips out. October don't need that too.
I call it a party but only because that sounds better than 8 people getting drunk around a pool.
People were running around punching out the ceiling tiles Super Mario style.
Liquor doesn't fix sad, but it sure as hell lowers my standards for a rebound.
It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes.
Last night's dream consisted of you, me, a sauce pan full of cocaine and light sabers. I almost cried when I woke up.
Opened my notebook to coke all over the pages. So, if that's any indication on how this weekend went.
I was out of weed and my vibrator broke, so I'm now at Red Lobster.
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