so...dinner was kid's cuisine and a bottle of wine. i think they go well together.
saturday- my day is open, my legs are not. you in?
well apparently not.
he just fed my chickens on farmville...i guess that's his way of saying thanks for the sex<3
you just used a box of cheese-its to get into the bar
Lost is over, my longest committed relationship is coming to an end.
It just feels wrong masturbating with my neighbor's cat in my apartment
And I know a few people wouldnt want to even be around high people. Which is sad. But jet packs are cool.
I'm hungover from arbor mist I'm so white
Some small part of me hopes I'm on the probationary list because of seeing the Dean at that fetish party.
It was dumb but not something to force me into sobriety
My penis has like 3 people bidding on it
my life is turning into trapped in the closet at way too fast a speed for me to feel comfortable.
ive started thanking my toys after masturbating. might be time to get some fuck boys
Blame the bisexuality and move on?
He somehow obtained a megaphone and managed to scare away the out-of-control house party—the house party that HE started, by the way— by pretending to be the police.
Randomize
