i can smell the iron from margo's period blood from across the table.
so i think im going to actually use my calories on food today instead of beer.
It was ok at first, but now im getting freaked out by him jerking off to me doing yoga
I NEED TO NOT REMEMBER THIS IN THE MORNING. He is our TEACHER.
Hooking up with him would mean my type has officially become... drug dealer.
She barfed in the corner of the baby pool. Then she yelled "it's okay" repeatedly while trying to scoop it out.
I give you full permission to fuck a rando on my air mattress.
mhmm. we know where to go, which places have free bathrooms, how long you can be in one until its sketchy, we have this down to a science. we're like the college sophomore pregaming dream team
You shut your whore mouth, we don't talk about Drunk Nutella night.
She's high and running across rooftops. Yes we're going to end up in A&E again.
He offered to let her do a line of coke off his hard-on. She said she'd had that hard-on and it would be a bump, not a line. Everyone laughed. That's why he left.
So that answers the first question but not the second: how the fuck am I getting home?
I've discovered my ability to crush a man's ego is greater than my hate for beer.
Killing two birds with one stone tonight: mastrabation meditation. Win win.
Heading there now. Already have a boner.
EMERGENCY SUBJECT CHANGE. SHE DOESN'T KNOW.
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