So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
ok, his religious views on facebook are madonna lyrics. we no longer have to wonder about his sexuality.
I wish we never smoked. I'm literally laying in bed opening and closing my eyes, just hoping a hot dog stand will appear in the room.
My farts smell like St. Pauli Girl. Last night was too much for a Monday.
I had forgotten what it was like to go to all four classes. It's exhausting.
I'm seriously gonna die surrounded by a million cats and an unbroken hymen
Breaking personal boundaries is my trademark
Walked into a liquor store bleeding. That kind of night.
My period started right as he was entering, which really helped me sell the "I've never done this before" bit.
Day 10 and still no sign of rescue in my pants.
The album on my phone containing gross pictures to send when boys ask for nudes is now substantially larger than my normal photo album. Because I send one every night
But like now I know, men who are vegetarians are significantly worse in bed.
Also I told several people at the bar last night that my dad the alligator wrestler died wrestling an alligator. So if anyone asks that's real.
In going to go underground and live with the mole people for a while.
mid-october of freshman year. goals have shifted from "no more guys on my floor" to "all the guys on my floor."
Randomize
