oh, it's pms. I almost cried yesterday bc my roommates didn't seem perky enough when I got home.
You fucked a stripper on your sisters friends blow up mattress. The least you could do is wash the sheets.
Are you responsible for the syringes and miniature cactus garden that has magically taken over my fridge?
I'm convinced that the Christmas lights in my room contributed to the great sex.
I haven't been motivated enough for a shirt. And only half the day was bra-worthy.
I don't �care how much you're grieving �a loss, masturbating off the side of a roof is not acceptable mourning behavior.�
So I'm not dead, but close call. I think I can handle one more bar.
I've realized that I'm going to have to wake and bake every morning to make it through the summer without killing someone. This is ridiculous.
he played intl players anthem 4me and ate a strawberry out of my pussy
I can still be you friend and be there for you. And sometimes get drunk and fuck you.
I wonder if my sister will drive me around while I do bong hits in the back seat..
And I woke up by myself with peanut butter.. Cool
Today we memorialize my orgasms. Taken from me over six months ago, gone too soon. Here's to hoping we'll see one again
Change of plans & whoring it up tonight
Lately I've been very attracted to Kevin Jonas because he's like...less hot than Joe, but he's this healthy mix of both Joe and Nick. It looks like he's finally growing into himself.
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