I texted him to clear the air a bit, apologized if I freaked him out. No reply. So I'm gonna go ahead and fuck someone in a barn tonight.
we're drinking boxed wine and eating string cheese. It's like a wine tasting for poor people.
Right before we were going to have sex he said it was his "lucky condom" I don't know if that means its used or what.. But I'm freaking out either way.
Puked in my laptop case in the middle of my nutrition class.
sleazy september. first one with mono loses.
She was bending and I said "finally, about time". Wrong, she was tying her shoe. No blowjobs for me.
How drunk is "too drunk" for candlelight service?
Come to the roof. We are drinking breakfast.
Found a piece of twizzler in my buttcrack.
Sorry, I was trapped in a small closet behind a washer. What's up?
If I hid at school to avoid the cops, is it fleeing and evading or just being a good student?
Why are there two phone calls to calgary police in my phone and why is there a voicemail from you asking for bail money
I swear to god those aren't related
i hate going to her parties because i always know everyone there which means everyone knows my ex which means i wont get laid
I'm not sure how to explain it, but I feel like our penises have a connection. Like long lost brothers. We're not even gay.
I'm 4,715,723% sure I don't give a fuck.
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