i'm pissing behind 7/11. if you guys leave... i'll think it's funny too
idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
we have officially mastered the walk of shame
I'm hiding behind a bush in mens clothing next to a ducks crossing sign. There are joggers. Please hurry.
I'm writing my will in case I die this week, it'll be saved on my computer under: little 500 death scenario
you better not pull some "waking up at 2 in the afternoon" shit, we have weed to smoke.
Could be my worst decision since the whole 'third degree burn' fiasco.
I'm crying, drinking alone and applying for jobs tonight. I figure the alcohol will lower my job standards.
I'm not sure what happened. But I must have won because I obviously stole two full pitchers of beer from the bar and taped a note on them saying "your welcome"
Maybe he meant to say like I love fucking you? But just forgot the fucking part.. That's what I'm telling myself.
Just saw the german running around on campus. Thought of his small penis.
As you should.
The nausea has returned and I can't handle such things to exit my body so violently
Have 7 min to kill while I wait for liquor store to open. Feels really awkward.
My neck feel like I've been sucking Goliath's dick.
I woke up alone, naked in her bed staring at a lifesize poster of edward cullen,actually I'm lying I did have socks on
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