Now that I've come to graduate college. I realized the only discernible skill I learned was how to roll a joint properly. go me.
Well thats $24,000 well spent.
we'll penetrate his innocence with our dicks
The google font looked peculiar last night, but then up close I realized it was just dry vomit.
Saturday dinner is funfetti cake and merlot. Singlehood has come to this.
We welcome drunken adversity.
With open legs.
He sent me a Microsoft outlook meeting request to blow him in the storage room at work. I had to accept.
But mostly fuck him senseless. Render him speechless. Have him look at my vagina and wonder, "WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?!"
apparently i tried to facetime the drunk bus last night, that's probably why we had to walk back to campus
Drunk ass.
The fun I thought I would be having now when I was six is vastly different from what I am currently doing. Hurraaay sex and vicodin.
Good news. That bum you thought that died is alive.
That edible kicked in right as I was upside-down on that rollercoaster. Fucking.mind.blown.
it was so good i reconsidered my staunch atheism
no offense but you looked like shit yesterday
tequila is unforgiving..
After we fucked we sat in bed and watched Charlie St. Cloud and he fed me ice cream. It was probably the most romantic thing I've ever done.
man do I wish I knew who this naked guy in my room was...
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