I've never been 12-exclamation-point-excited for sex. That must have been good.
Well, it's 24 hours till finals. I need high A's on all of them and I still am not sure where exactly on campus most of my classes took place.
he said i was the most charming throwing up drunk person hes ever taken care of. so of course i had sex with him.
He told me his mother taught him that move. What the hell do I say to that?
HOnestly. That's my one goal for this whole trip. I don't give a shit about souvenirs or sand. I want penis.
I want Paula Dean to narrate shark week next year
I'd really appreciate it if we could dress up as pilgrims and indians for the thanksgiving eve bar crawl
I want to have a prehistoric party. By that, I mean I want to dress up as a dinosaur and get drunk. That's all I want in life.
If I don't come back from Italy with aids I did somethign wrong
There's an old guy having a conversation with his penis in the bathroom right now.
holy fuck man...it feels like I got beat the fuck out of by death's baseball bat...chimichangas?
I'm going to give blood tomorrow. Prepare yourself for pictures and a cynical poem about the heart and its level of tangibility.
Just kidding. Don't worry, you're getting sugar and orgasms for Valentine's day.
Now I'm having a post-sex brownie. Is this the life? I think it might be
I was sitting here smiling wondering why i'm so fucking happy at work. cookie has kicked in
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