The mall is playing a fucking country mix of lady marmalade.
welcome to maine.
i thought i was pinching her nipple. It was her mole
All the walks of shame were condensed into the hour before parents started showing up. Move out day is so bittersweet
I don't drink during the week.... well, except for Bailey's Tuesdays, which I have to start implementing further.
After throwing up in a tequila bottle on my nightstand (still not sure how she did that) she asked if she could slip into something more comfortable.
thanks so much for stopping me from telling him i want to have sex with him while i proceeded to hookup with the air.
Have you resumed life with the rest of the world yet or are you still huddled in the fetal position while wearing compression gear?
One day. I will touch his hair. I'm curious if it'll be like a soft cloud.
He always tells me he misses my clit. I feel like I should make a drinking game out of it
I've counted 3,503 loops of fabric on my carpet so far. FUCK YOU ACID!!!
The name of the man in your bed is not Ryan. I can't remember what his name is but that is wrong
I expect you will be there for a drunken 3way with my husband again this new year.
Have you ever seen death before? Bc it's me right now in yesterday's clothes.
This is a long quiet interstate without somebody to sext.
You know it's a good May 2-4 when it involves 14 straight hours of vodka slush and garlic bread
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