saturday- my day is open, my legs are not. you in?
well apparently not.
So i wrote 'don't sex me' on my stomach, so that if we got to a point where my shirt is off - he would know how i really feel, not just the alcohol talking
how did that work out?
Well, all the water washed it off, so we ended up fucking since i didn't have my reminder...
Watching the tv in the reflection of my phone cause I'm too hungover to roll over.... Yes it is 4 PM...
I am in my freshman residence hall trying to convince an Asian man to give me my pants back. Never. Drinking. Again.
i think i swapped my keys for drugs last night
It's like I just got slapped in the face with the cock of nostalgia.
What goes on in that head of yours?
Gay sex, for the most part. Why?
also i think i should join the bone marrow registration when im sober
He's trying to marry me, when is the appropriate time to tell him my real name and that Dallas is a completely fictitious slutty alter ego? I need the advice of someone with morals.
He had "Bad Bitches Only" tattooed above his dick. I don't know his name but I hope I find him again. I also don't feel that I lived up to the challenge.
If you hear a sad honk in the wind it is me.
Well we were going to compare notes, but all I could remember was throwing up, and all she could remember was kissing, so then we decided to not compare anything.
I just want to sing to him and rub baby oil on his head
Let's be honest, I'm cooking chicken nuggets in my Helm jersey and underwear who has their life more together than me?
No? The only contact I've had with him for months was when I drunk texted him from Costa Rica to say that all jazz sounds the same
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