I just called a phone sex line and you know what I did? I sat there and cried
im trying to stop thinking of him and his amazing dick. every time i do i snap myself with a rubber band. classical conditioning at its finest...and you said i wouldnt learn anything from psychology.
whoever brushed my teeth and whitened them while i was passed out, thanks.
Why we can't turn this into a healthy friendship where I cheat on my boyfriend with you and you feel better knowing everything wrong with my life is beyond me.
He equated my biology degree to a belief in Santa. I wonder if he heard the doors to my vagina clanging shut.
Almost there.
define "almost". like I have enough time to watch a youtube video or oh shit, put on some goddamn pants because they're in the driveway.
My goal is to go an entire semester without cocaine. That's an adult goal right?
We should discuss this later when sobriety has returned. Right now he's just like a distant cousin.
Chipotle just hit me... I want to go sit in the corner of the shower and cry until morning.
Look on the bright side: Now that I'm sleeping with both the exs it's good bye to drunk sexting the 'wrong one'.
Fell asleep with Kristen and woke up with Sarah. It's official, vacation has begun.
Officially crunch time. It's my last year of grad school and I've yet to get blown in a school library. The parking garage was less than a block away though.
I had to ask him for a dick pic. Do you know how refreshing that was?
I threw up in bed last night and tried cleaning it with oldspice and baby powder
THIS THING HATES MY LIVER
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