Just saw an Asian kid crash into the bike rack with his bike. I love sitting outside the engineering building.
just found his boxers balled up inside my tights, hidden in my freezer. damn i love college.
the girls on my floor started fighting over who got to keep the random hoodies that boys forgot in my room after sex
judging by the pasta sauce and dirty pans i spent my blackout being emeril
somebody put my brain in a crown royal bag and beat the shit out of it
now that I know that you did coke with your mom I can't look at her the same
my still drunk mind thought "hey this is a really good time to stand in the middle of the street barely clothed in 20 degree weather at 4 am talking about the blow job i gave him soph year of high school"
No. If I hated you would get none. Then I would eat them all in front of you and laugh at your tears. Although that hasn't been ruled out for entertainment purposes. Nothing purposeful.
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
painting my nails while super high-drunk. Ended up painting my entire hands. Both.
I know you're on a date and I should leave you alone but about twenty minutes ago I realized I haven't been spanked in years so if you're still looking for a birthday present, you know, consider it.
I might as well just sew it shut at this point.
I can't wait to see you again. It will be like when we first started dating- but with less clothes.
I miss my innocence.
I miss being able to say, "I've never done this before."
They tried to get you to drink water and all you kept shouting was, "NO MORE LIQUIDS OF *ANY* KIND."
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