So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
party started at 10. cops are coming to shut us down now and its 11. i already lostmy underwear and im wearing a sparkly thong on my haed. this has to be some kinda record.
Tonight, I'm planning on being a bigger trainwreck than Britney Spears circa 2007.
After we had sex, she played this little piggy with my toes
Now he's talking about how he's writing in a journal because he doesn't remember "his thought patterns when he was in elementary and that's distressing". I'm walking home. Fuck this.
I'm graduating. Then you'll never see me again.
We better fuck soon then
lol i'm looking through my photos and there's this giant section of just dudes wearing murses
Of course drinkings involved. They don't call it alcoholism because we eat too many skittles.
We need to put it on a rope attached to the bong, so it can't be dropped. Apparently, you need a stem safety leash.
My garbage can has nothing in it besides condoms and candy wrappers. That's good garbage.
Wearing the 'Let's Party' thong feels weird without you...
I was amazing, unlike anything he's ever experienced. I somehow made him feel young and old.and he never felt old before. He feels I will literally kill him. With my magic, lethal vagina.
I made soup. Now I'm having post soup making wine. I had pre soup making wine also.
My trash can is full of used condoms and girl scout cookie boxes.
Our sex sesh was interrupted by a bunch of hobos fighting outside his apartment.
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