Vegas for my brothers bachelor party. Just landed and I have a boner. I'm giggly and teary eyed I'm so excited.
You don't have to be emotionally available for a blow job.
i literally in my bathroom watching tv from across the hall while trying not to fall asleep with my dog keeping my feet warm. wednesday's shouldnt be like this
I feel like I would bang a guy with a dick piercing just to say I have...like climbing a huge mountain or somethig
May or may not be going home with my jamitor. i'm kiddong, btw, i have no idea. i'll let you know soooon.
some asshole was waslkibg around with ab electric razor and shaving parts of peoples heads.
she scratched her sororities letters into my back when she was done. i think i was part of some sick game. sick twisted sexy game
I need to do something profound in the next three and a half years so that when my kids ask what I did in my twenties I have something to say other than "made bad decisions"
I feel like every picture I upload of him on facebook where you can see his purity ring, I should make the caption "something in this picture does not belong"
You puked on my feet last night. You owe me a pedicure.
Hungover in church. I can feel stained glass Jesus judging me.
I'm counting my small victories this morning. For instance, I haven't puked at work yet.
Some small part of me hopes I'm on the probationary list because of seeing the Dean at that fetish party.
I still have to bake cookies and shave my legs so Mike can have MILF & cookies when he gets home.
I need to hurry up and get over my feelings for him so next year's tipsy reunion sex won't be clouded by emotions.
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