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.
I cannot remember December 31 for the past 3 years. it might as well not even exist on my calendar anymore
I think in growing up..I've been having a hard time masterbating to fictional characters
I just found glitter on my vibrator... whatever we're doing has to stop
I woke up to him climbing naked through my bedroom window with a bottle of jd in his hand. Of course I had sex with him.
you kept introducing yourself to guys as "never going to happen"
I had fun watching you interact with the world around you. Like a fuckin 8 year old kid who just discovered build a bear but really wants a cigarette.
Beer acquired. Food is cooking
Wow, you are almost sliding into home plate for some stellar fellatio
I need to quit being a slut. It's to the point that I got my period today and automatically I Believe I Can Fly popped into my head.
fuck you and your stupid hot as hell face
I don't know how it happened. All I did was tell her I was impressed by her presentation. Her nail marks on my back ain't going away anytime soon.
He's unconstrained by sanity, physics, or his liver.
When is the right time to ask your new roommate for her school schedule so she doesn't walk in on you fucking some rando in the kitchen in the middle of the afternoon?
That is our entire relationship. We match bowls and give each other head. What more could you possibly want?
Reminder to self: never have sex on a trampoline. Trampoline burn hurts worse than carpet burn.
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