My RA just tried to write me up for having sex too loudly during quiet hours.
My sink just fell out of the wall. I can't deal with this right now
I just remember her telling me "Hi, my names Kaissa and I'm a lesbian" over and over and over and over again as I was crying.
i DID try to find you last night. i asked where you were and you texted me the letter "e" and a picture of the dark.
I think I have vodka in my lungs
Just found out my 21st birthday is on a Wednesday. The possibilities are cheap, as well as endless.
spotted: something called the tunnel of opression. i feel like if we patricipated we wouldnt even be phased or we could run it better than them
She wanted me to watch her masterbate and after she thanked me for a wonderful evening and left. This state is weird.
My phone keeps autocorrecting to the "st. Natty's Day Parade" and I'm completely okay with that
I have to finish a biography for history and write a review on it so naturally I was like "getting high will make this more bearable" and now I'm basically inside the book at the revolutionary war with this guy.
Remind me in the morning that I've now seen a guy do crack. That actually happened. I'm at the wrong party.
Literally, and I mean LITERALLY as in "not to be confused with a casual hyperbole", LITERALLY the day we broke up she slept with 3 different guys that night.
1) It's nice to see that the whole "English Major" thing is upping the quality of your rants 2) Have you considered that your dick was the cork holding her sluttiness in?
anyways, do you want to make more embarrassing memories that im bound to remind you about later and laugh about?
You know it's a bad cold when sneezing feels better than orgasming...
I seriously just had to blow dry my thong.
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