4:25 am: I want you here. Ugh.
and we just had intercourse last night so i'm exhausted, fucked up on adderol, emotionally broken and just pissed
I feel odd... a had sex with a chick and she keept her socks on...
just walked out of chelsea's house and saw cameron slapping his dick against her car. cant even make this shit up if i tried.
The more I throw up, the more I am remembering exactly what I drank last night...in order.
I have started doing my homework in bars. It just feels right.
He def has a gf... But hes 7 feet tall and that superceeds any morality I may have.
She's pathetic and vulnerable..and short. Thats his type.
it's like my freshman wet dream come true
I didn't even realize I grinded on a security guard last night. Shit. Did he at least like it?
At this point, just throw that mattresses away. Or bronze it and display it as a testament to your shame. either is good.
His chest is so hairy i want to pet it with my nipples.
I saved a note for myself but all it said was "am I a slutty Holden Caulfield?"
BOOOOOOOOOOOO *takes away your hoe card*
Ohhhhhh, that night......I need to stop drinking, almost all of my conversations that take place Wed thru Sun after 8:30 are one blurry haze.
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