I'm already going to be stripping so like pretty much you would just be watching me. Also we're watching twilight. again.
i miss vodka and anonymity. college is so rich in both. in college we are a many armed creature, lubricated with beer and sex.
Mines from giving head on hardwood floors.
Do they make some cleansing product for your soul? Like mouthwash that makes you not a skank? Or is that what religions for?
Eh, i think it's called sobriety. But its not fun.
you just stared at your feet and said some shit about the molecules dancing and how you had just solved physics.
even the sluttiest version of myself will not go down on him
Some kid in my class just puked in his backpack, zipped up the backpack, put the backpack on and walked out the door.
Everything that you guys said happened came back to me. like a tidal wave of regret.
i wish i just like had a pee bag attached to me and i could just go whenever i want wherever i want
Please come quick there are people in suits here judging me
But idk if I cried about life then banged him or banged him and then cried. Chicken or the egg?
Probably yeah. I mean maybe one day we can be those friends that hang out naked. Not awkard at all.
I don't think it counts as a booty call at 6:30 pm.
I am talking to a naked lesbian about robots. I think this means I win life.
Okay, but that still doesn't explain all the glitter in my puke.
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