You realize it's finals week?
Ya that's the school's fault. St. Patrick's day came first.
it's like i can feel the ghost of his dick still inside me
the can pyramid on my head actually reached a decent height before I moved.
I dont think he stole the pillow. I mean if he wanted a souvenir, my thong was on the nightstand.
it was like, one of those nights where you keep going back to the fridge because you just can't get full. except, with sex.
i'm drinking margaritas from a pouch...really dont think i'm in the position to judge anyone...
As long as he sees me topless I don't care. Redemption. REEEDDDEMMMPPPTTIIIOOONNNNN
I was gonna tell her, but there were too many tongues in my mouth
Hungover. Have to fix everything I've broken. I'm gonna be very late.
I walked around with red solo cups on my feet, weeds tied around my neck and a tree in my hand
You literally chaperoned my booty call.
He drunk texted me what I think is two snails fucking on a mushroom. Is "you sick bastard" too mild a rejection?
I just read my D.A.R.E. essay from 5th grade. I'm having mixed feelings about my previous life choices right now.
We will discuss everything tomorrow i presume. Including the sweaty naked tango.
Well you’re enrolled in an Ivy League grad school and I’m currently at a 2 star holiday inn in rural PA so who is really thriving here
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