what ever happened to devon sawa?
fuck...who knows?
i'm really worried about him.
I am tired of kissing girls with mustaches.
All I want to do right now is burp, puke, and fart. In that order.
just cut a line with my blood donor card...i feel like it will help remind me that i was once a productive member of society.
Using manwich sauce as ketchup. Not bad. Love college.
so I woke up without pants, but my cardigan was still on and fully buttoned. curious.
She's more than welcome to come too, so long as she has gotten over that me being responsible for the death of her cat thing.
thanks for at least making it out of the pool before you threw up
Now that there's no chance of him coming over to fuck anymore, I'm going to put up a one-person tent in my bedroom and live in it. My bed reminds me of him.
As long as you don't want to make a shrine out of my eyelashes It's all good
also had sex in his sister's princess style bunk bed.
but you are a princess that one was appropriate.
Once the overwhelming "oh god my crotch is on fire" wears off, that excite stuff is really nice
I just talked with someone about real estate trends in Atlanta then got three blowjobs in a row. Boom.
There is this guy in here. He didn't even get ice cream he just filled up his cup with mini marshmellows, chocolate syrup, about a lb of grahm cracker crumbs and walked around to everyone in the shop saying "hey, hey look here, I just made fucking s'mores." He was SO proud of himself.
Tonight is an "I'm lonely and single so I'm going to curl up in a warm, melatonin and vodka enriched ball in the corner of my bed with a cat." kind of night.
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