get home. someone threw up in the fishtank last night.
On a side note, I now know what a $150 cab ride looks like
Let's just cut to the chase. I'm not interested in anything romantic but I aAM interested in Tom Petty and maybe getting high and fucking you again for old times sake.
This dude. Just lost. A finger. He asked us for tape.
He's got a southern drawl and a lisp. I'm getting mindfucked right now.
he's home with a concussion now...but apparently i'm still the highlight of his freshman year
Do you ever wonder what the men who we shamelessly objectify would think if they saw our texts in regard to them?
I'm looking at some sugar baby profiles to get some insight on what we're up against.
They've already turned me into the Dean of Students once because they felt 'unsafe' because I came home hammered and asked one of them to make me a grilled cheese sandwich. Like, I just ASKED!
orgasmnado...tomorrow night
That's what I'm talking about
Last night's dream consisted of you, me, a sauce pan full of cocaine and light sabers. I almost cried when I woke up.
I only get hit on by people going through their midlife crisis. Yes, I did purposely write that gender neutral.
Our drunk hook up was interrupted by the delivery guy. When he came back to my room we ate the gyros and went back to sex like we didn't take a lunch break.
Cooked. Eating pizza. Didn't have a napkin so I took my shirt off and I'm using it.
I believe you can. But if you can have rum with breakfast then do that. Definitely do that.
Randomize