id fuck shawn from boy meets world only if we could name the baby topanga.
her lazy eye was starring daggers at me.
So it wasn't until I came that he pointed out the glow in the dark plastic star still stuck to my forehead. Fun times.
: am i supposed to send the mass text 'merry christmas!' to my booty calls too?
I swear that when I have my own bathroom, I'm gonna lock myself in there and masterbate for at least 3 days in sheer appreciation of it.
The vodka told me to go iceskating on my frozen pool. I may have attempted.
So far we've hooked up on a pool table, on a public bathroom counter and now in a little league baseball dugout. We haven't even made to a house yet.
She crushed my hand with the box spring last time, so it's all good.
Sitting in the library studying = googling how to get laid in the library.
He lasted about 30 seconds then said you can't win them all. But then he made me pancakes so it's okay. We shall call him mancakes.
That bottle of wine took a part of my soul with it.
If a clean cut ginger with a flannel and tattoos shows up at the apartment, he is allowed inside.
Like I didn't gracefully walk into these feelings. No, I fucking stumbled and fell face fucking first.
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS FOR YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE
Omg in one week, two guys with their own names tattooed on their bodies had their tongues in my mouth. Self loathing shall commence now.
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