check it out our google latitudes are spooning
I enjoy that i have a whole shelf of clothes that I've accumulated from random sex. You know the ones you get to make the morning after look less awkward like similar to an athletes trophy shelf
to cover up your slurred speech you tried talking like the creepy old man from family guy
going to a night class in lingerie so i can quickly go to his house after.
We're celebrating his weight gain and arrest.and by we I mean I, and by celebrating I mean getting dangerously drunk
I got laughed at by a homeless guy in a Daniel Boone hat. I have no clue what this means for my day
I just hope when I turn 21, it doesn't tank my entire semester.
We decided it was acceptable to walk out of class on a quest for Doritos. That high.
He gave me the award for most entertaining blow job. That should count for something.
I ate breakfast with him. And by ate breakfast I mean we fucked on the kitchen table.
My diet has been 80% Fun Dip this week, soooo, no. Not good.
Last night when I blacked out, I ate Chef Boyardee. I never want to be that drunk ever, ever again.
I mean...he danced with his dick still inside of me. What more could a girl ask for?
Guess who's now on the no-fly list? If you guessed me, you'd be right.
Just found out a shooting happened in our parking lot while it was closed this morning. So thaaaaaaaaats fun.
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