Holy wow, I found all the old poems u wrote me back when we were in looooooooove...just sort of wild to look back on, thought u'd like that
i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
I either date the nice guys or the assholes. There isn't any in between.
You need to find a taint.
Just because i have a masturbation problem doesnt mean you can put 20 photos of Jesus in my room.
Honestly, your dog is in better hands with that homeless guy.
After he called me a "spirited little girl" I realized that I need to stop sleeping with guys more than ten years older than me.
He said female orgasms are a myth and refuses to even try to give me one.
Do you think drinking vodka, rum and sourpuss out of a water bottle, in a class that isn't even mine rude?
It got messy; I did a shot of seamonkeys.
Also- bikini mowing was a horrible idea. One truck just drove by 3 times, turning around at the end of the block each time. My tan may be better for it but my conscience has been raped.
I gave the naked guy in the hotel a pop tart. He stopped crying.
Somehow it went from suicide to pierced nipples. I think we're good.
If you don't turn up on horseback dressed like a highwayman I am not having sex with you today
I rode home in a shopping cart so there's that. MVP to the guy that pushed it.
All I'm saying is that if he knows his wife walks around naked during the day, he shouldn't bring a friend home for lunch and show up unannounced.
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