so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
They were so loud I wrote them a sex critique and taped it to his door.
All I remember is yelling RUN as fireworks started going off in the kitchen. Who said that was a bad idea?
All i've done since I got back to my room today is take a three hour nap. Like, I even planned to change my pants and haven't even done that yet.
cliffnotes. writing studyguide on last pack of smokes. glad this semester is over.
He drives a BMW. I have to fuck him. Girl Code Rule #26.
It was an "I snuck in through the window at 5am with my underwear in my pocket" kind of night.
I wish men found my impeccable aim when spitting into the sink attractive.
I don't know. I just thought I'd put my drinks in my bag and go on an adventure. Like a drunk Bilbo Baggins.
Holy crap, church bells in Cibolo just scared the hell out of me. I'm pretty sure they were yelling sinner at me.
Apparently drinking in your car before going into a sales meeting is frowned upon. We are car sales men not doctors.
GOOD MORNING. Have you seen the Avenger vibrators?
I think I caught your cold through my vagina. It was worth it.
What! You have to go to class. Otherwise, you're wasting money that could have been spent on weed. Gotta get that shit in perspective.
I know right? It's like he knows how to pleasure me better than I do myself... He's like a prophet of sex
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