i'm not sure what happened. i know i woke up on the floor of his bathroom, then had morning sex with him. dont remember getting to his apt. dont remember much.
morning sex?... maybe not a total mistake then? he seems like a normal person, so rare at BU
oh no, he's far from normal. i know his high school girlfriend. she's CRAZY. and he definitely deals prescription drugs. also. he had sex with me even though i slept on his bathroom floor.
I just speedwalked down the broken metro escalator while high. Basically all my worst fears combined
I'm like a wolly mammoth down there. what do I tell him?
having my hair in braids makes puking so easy. i am being an indian every halloween
You act like this is the first time I literally thought I was invisible.
I remember tearing his shower curtain down but I don't remember trying to shave my vag...
I can't wait. Forget the royal wedding. This is the most anticipated hookup of 2011.
No hurry on coming over. My body currently wants everything on the inside to be on the outside. But really. Don't hurry.
You turned to me, winked, whispered "man the harpoons" and walked out with the fat chick
thanks for not telling him i named my trumpet after his dick
Hey can you text me Heidi's phone number. I just stapled her mattress to the wall and I want to send her a picture of it.
It is a bad day indeed when you learn that your boy toy looks better in your dresses than you do
I found my limit. I will not, in fact, blow my 78 year old professor for an A in his class.
If you hear death cries, thats me singing. Just let me be.
Because talking after sexting is equivalent to cuddling after sex
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