Hungover. Be in at noonish. Turn my monitor on and put a hot cup of coffee on my desk so the boss thinks I'm in
I'm on page 4.
Im on beer infinity
Just used my last prints at the library for brackets instead of final reviews. Hello March.
I heard from multiple reliable sources that she doesn't have a gag reflex. Of course I'm going to try to go home with her.
I swear, if he gets me a bowling ball for Christmas, I will throw it at him.
He needs to stop telling me how much he respects me. What does that even mean
well someone pooped in the lint basket in the laundry room last night, but none of us will admit to it so we're all just secretly judging each other and doubting ourselves.
I keep having to have that awkward "I don't want to have sex with you" convo. I thought wearing sweatpants was suppose to prevent this situation..
It's hard being an adult. And by that I mean it's hard to tell the boy you like who rejected you that you can't share a room with him at white party because you don't want to see him bang other boys.
Solid. Can't put a price on good times
You can and it's called a liver.
Now accepting any stories about my adventures last night, in particular why my knuckles are bleeding.
I told him to come over when I realized that I did have time for a quick booty call before church.
An old Grimace plushie came to life and gave me a pretty knife. I'm never doing acid again.
I just found a nug casually in my room under my duffel bag. Is this a sign I need help?
i did these weird ass ab exercises once that left me queefing for weeks
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