last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
He keeps apologizing for not being able to get hard when he's drunk. We havent even left the club yet.
In other news I saw a pack of make believe zombies walking down green st.
gotta love wednesdays
And there I was, sitting Indian style on the kitchen floor, my fingers covered in peanut butter.
The last good decent convo we has was when I was trying to convince you to let me watch you pee.
he's hot he just has too much baggage, and has really fucking skinny ankles which freaks me out
you aren't having sex with his ankles, As long as knee caps and above are good, i'd go for it
When the shrooms kicked in we both simultaneously realized we were not the right puzzle piece for the dubstep puzzle.
We made eye contact and were like we are not welcome here, the ravers are onto us and we need to get the fuck out before we get shuffled upon
Her boobs felt like beanie babies from heaven
Well I think I made it pretty obvious I wasn't in to it. I was drinking a beer while he was going down in me
Was I asleep on the ride home?
Yea, then when I tried to hold your head up on a turn, you round house punched me in the face.
I'm not even pretending to study anymore. I'm straight up sleeping in the library
I just wanna get high and take a fucking awesome nap. Those are my goals for the week.
Ugh it's 2016, why can't our bodies just shed fat on their own
I thought the first time I got peed on it would be by a baby...
what happened last night?
we watched you eat an entire bag of dorritos in the pouring rain... you refused to come inside
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