it hasn't hit me that college is over yet. so far at home, i haven't brushed my teeth, taken off my makeup, or changed clothes before bed.
The mall is playing a fucking country mix of lady marmalade.
welcome to maine.
He is to the point where he forgot I was in the front seat of his car while he was taking me home...that stoned
He sent a pic, I sent one back. Then nothing. It's like we sext-messaged goodbye and ended the relationship.
Sleeping with two different guys who share a driveway is getting increasingly challenging to keep secret
My face is tingly. And my legs are being massaged by golden elves.
Me focusing on not shitting my pants is keeping me awake.
I always hoped that one day I'd have a sex position named in my honor.
I told her I didn't have a condom. She then sized me with her thumb and finger and tossed me a large. Then I asked her to marry me.
We need a full length mirror. I just ate it trying to look at my shoes on the toilet. But aside from a arm bruise I'm good to go
She asked what it would take for you to fuck her. You drunkenly mumbled, "pepperoni pizza" and then got in the cab by yourself. You were smiling too. It was weird.
She's like a solid nine. Well maybe not a tomorrow morning nine, but she's a nine right now and trying to take me home.
all i've had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.
welcome to college.
I don't know which I need first...a shower or a confessional.
How are you and your magical vagina doing today?
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