Last night I got a napkin with 4 names & numbers: Katie, Ellen, Kylie...and Brandon.
Still at the library. i hate tax accounting so much that i've started calling it potions...
i have one hour to talk myself into enjoying giving him a blow job when i get home
we fucked while he was on the clock. He didnt even take off his bullet proof vest. Dont tell me thats not bad ass.
i'm having flashbacks of crying and telling you i was made out of egg salad.
As long as he sees me topless I don't care. Redemption. REEEDDDEMMMPPPTTIIIOOONNNNN
I'm never waking up next to someone after sex again. It's alllll downhill from there.
He told me that if I were a guy he'd go gay for me. Honestly don't know how to take that.
That would be an interesting position... Not entirely certain how that'd work!
Gravity is no match for my libido
Still at home. Videotaping hamsters.
I feel like I should throw some tampons around my workspace so everyone will know what's really going on
either I'm really high or that last bong rip tasted like christmas
I showed my cat the amount of coke I had. She looked concerned.
So you're not gonna be in town tonight?! Your dick was the light at the end of my academic tunnel!
you gave me money for the cab and then walked home..
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