morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
I hate it when you make eye contact with someone bcs you are about to make fun of them and they take it as a hint to come hit on you.
this kid at 40 friday greeted another kid by saying "heeey farmville neighbor"
dude.
yep. needless to say i didn't meet anyone and spent yet another friday night masturbating.
We had sex on my friends waterbed ..after that the whole school kept asking him if he had fun getting "sea-sick" last night.
You told the bartender you needed 2 beers, and a shot of his cum...
OHMYGOD did I try to use pinesol as a mixer?
Something's wrong. My throat is definitely not in it's normal spot. Way too low.
Partial kegs from last night are currently in my bathtub, which leads me to 2 questions: 1. What are you doing tonight? 2. Can I use your shower?
I just remember being in the bathroom alone cussing out the bunny
it looks like my getting laid tonight is going to depend on my knowledge of native birds. this is a weird party
When people ask about my bruises, I'm just going to say it was a doorknob. Or possibly a group of doorknobs. Angry doorknobs.
Doing a circuit workout and using a power hour playlist for my 1 minute timers. I am getting old. creative, but old.
He wants to take me instead of his girlfriend to the happiest place on earth... By that He meant Vegas. My morals are just loose enough to think this is a good idea
you told the taxi driver your yeast infection was so bad you wanted to F a popsicle
I don't need to marry the guy. I just need some filthy, shameful wish fulfillment sex and then live out the rest of my life on the bean farm.
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