I wish i could convert my hornyness to productiveness. I would have written a fucking book by now.
i just realized i have an entire drawer dedicated to the clothes of guys ive shacked with...
he made me have a moment of silence for the half of my ice cream cone i threw away.
We all know tonight is going to end like every other night with you. drunk, pantless and confused. Dont try to switch things up.
It's that "make a Pringle and Twinkie sandwich" kind of depression.
I only want to make out with him. Unless I get hungry. In that case I will take him home and screw him as a distraction from eating.
lol i'm looking through my photos and there's this giant section of just dudes wearing murses
i just remember sliding through the snow and yelling i love america before puking on the oncoming cars
I didn't punch him it was just love coming out of my fist
I'm only friends with her because I can't stop watching the train wreck.
I don'y know if I should feel accomplished or disgusted. I just ate a dozen cookies all to myself. I'm leaning more towards accomplished.
Found sauce from last night's pizza rolls wedged under my phone case... While sitting in my 8 am class. What happened last night?
This is like the first time all week I've properly taken my birth control. My ovaries are so stoked I just know it.
I was all, oh. I've had tattoos and broken a limb. Waxing my lady parts will be a cake walk. I was wrong.
Sorry I twat blocked you earlier I didn't know Sam was over. But, my house my rules, I don't have to knock before I enter. I did see naked butts and smelt "Sex Stank" in the air, we're going to have to set some ground rules when I get home. Hugs and kisses..Mom
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