i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
either we just had an earthquake or I am really good @ masturbating
wasted. watching meteors, awesome idea i ever had, see 2 for every 1 with ma double vision
so if i die before i go back to school its because the thing we found in the hallway that i've been smoking out of is a crack pipe
sorry for throwing an entire water bottle of vodka at you. It was very wasteful
If i pass out for a while at graduation, please atleast TRY to wake me?
yea i really dont care about the sex, i just want him to eat my vag. He has to be good at because of his tremors.
he fucked me to the beat of the construction going on outside my house. i will never look at jackhammers the same ever again.
I wanted to be mature but the vodka was resilient.
as he was fingering me, all I was thinking about was how lucky his girlfriend is...
To the person who put the glitter on my ceiling fan...fuck you
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
She didn't complain to the library attendant about us being too loud. She complained after you grabbed her highlighter off the table to stir vodka into your tumbler with.
I never thought I could be this turned on by a man wearing racoon tails.
My younger brother asked me "to stop fucking his girlfriends older sisters"
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