no more stoned jack in the box. this is the third night in a row.
Her vagina felt like a horse was eating an apple out of my hand..
She's making her own pesto again. Cooking spaghetti in the microwave and "frying" vegetables in the toaster oven. All this while wearing the yellow rubber gloves and saying that the pesto has feelings like a real person. Im terrified.
he sent me a winky sad face. i cannot deal this level of pathetically needy flirtatiousness.
I woke up with the new contact "Britney Both Nipples Pierced"... how do you think the night went?
It's pretty bad that I know he's opening his door from the way it squeaks because I have snuck out of his room so many times this semester...
I wonder if i could put a dildo on my bike seat to encourage me to exercise.
I need to puke. I need a shower. I need rehab. I need to detox and puke. I feel like demons are inside of me.
I think I'm going to go into my next therapy session with hot client with my fly down and when he tells me about it I'm going to say "how did that happen?!" and then porn music will start to play.
HIS BALLS ARE HEAVEN SENT FROM THE VELVET ANGLES.
Went to take a shower. Brought my wine, forgot my towel.
The fact that I can now puke rainbows on snapchat makes my life that much better
this weekend took five years off my life and what was left of my dignity
Fuck it. I'm going for it. You're only young once, right?
You've been saying that for 5 years now. Let me know when the novelty wears off.
You know more about his cock specs than his childhood. Proud of you
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