my room smells like sperm. sweet.
like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
Thanksgiving break drinking is a marathon, not a sprint, and i need to be well rested
To this day, he introduces me as "the girl I met climbing trees at 3 A.M."
On the plus side I got to ride in a fire truck and I didn't have to blow anybody for it
I'll always be here to give you immoral support.
Going to the u of w I constantly have that moment of, oh hey I felt you up at that rave at folk fest that one time. Winnipeg is too small.
So, were they human bite marks at least?
Your guess is as good as mine.
We did shots with the Tupperware consultant last night. I'd say the night was a success.
I approve. Last time I was there, I left E's room to get a drink of water. Found M sitting on the kitchen counter in his boxers hammered and eating a banana. He proceeded to feed me the rest of his banana then went to bed with the lights on. You two will be great.
cops tried arresting me on the way to class this morning.. this is my life.
I woke up to find a bottle of Bacardi in my shower rack. How was your night?
we both turned hook ups into relationships we are crushing this thing called life right now.
with great strapon comes great responsibility.
I'm hungry, horney and thirsty. Pick two you want to help out with.(please pick horney)
Randomize
