Yeah, but I'm out of licorice and there's no way anywhere near here will rent us all mopeds on a Tuesday night.
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
he said he wanted to butter my pancake. i thought it was sexual, but he went downstairs and made pancakes. i need to stop dating fat guys.
this blows. i told the guy at the bar that i was the DD and it was like i just announced over megaphone that i had genital herpes. no one will talk to me now.
Not complaining, but why is there a Russian chick downstairs making latkes?
May or may not be going home with my jamitor. i'm kiddong, btw, i have no idea. i'll let you know soooon.
Home. Hour long discussion with mom. Very frightened. Eating a sausage. Don't remember making it. Confused.
I need to get a life, I am either crying at every glee episode or just wanting to blow rails off photos of us
I once puked on the side of the hwy driving home and it somehow made me feel more Canadian. So don't rule it out
It's not that I'm in love with her, so much as I would love to be her lesbian experience.
That's how I like my men: traumatized and crying in a ball
i don't remember going ever taking off my pants but my pubes are shaved into a K and kelsey is passed out in the shower.
Your life is quite full of dick lately.
It really is!
After you smoke one night. Just whisper in a barely audible voice, "Grey Poupon"
You had blacked out Skype sex? Wow we live in the future
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