Did you REALLY have to twitter about our sex last night?
Oh my god you would drunk register for a marathon.
Apparently I was trying to convince him Springsteen has had buttsex. I ended the argument with "I bet he came from it too."
there's another hole in my ceiling...someone fell through the attic this time....
i had to take off my light up shamrock necklaces, my professor was getting suspicious.
I can't believe we had "50th anniversary of man in space" sex.
animal crackers drenched in taco bell mild sauce... surprisingly delightful
breakfast of champions
breakfast of stoners
Confession: Sometimes I wear my stolen scrubs to the corner store because people will think I'm a doctor and not just a girl too lazy to change out of her pajamas.
The maintenance guy asked for a box to stand on to reach the ceiling. All I could offer him was a keg.
Ok in all seriousness. Alcohol intake is now restricted for me. I found handcuffs in my trunk.
I woke up smelling like chlorine with a broke toe. They know how to fucking party on lake lanier.
I feel like I got ass raped in the brain.
He told me we were going to a cabin. It's just logs and a tarp made into walls. This night can go either way at this point.
He was so energetic. It was like screwing a bunny.
I told him you forbid me to sleep with him so he needs to accept that.
I'm sittin in my Hawaiian shorts watching the office eating cold asparagus. wow do I suck when you're not here.
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