This is the kind of period I feel I should name out of respect to the fact I might have just gotten lucky this time.....
It's not called being bisexual its called making out with anyone that has a mouth
My drug dealer is spending the weekend in my studio apartment. I feel like I've crossed a line that should never be crossed.
I just snuked. Sneezed and puked
creepy tank top guy is at campus health. he's hitting on a girl recovering from a panic attack.
Something smells like weed and I think it might be my mascara. Come sniff my eyes
Making and watching you take a mixed shot with vodka, chocolate syrup, tobasco sauce, cranberry juice, and sundried tomato juice wasnt the highlite of my night. Hearing you puking from downstairs was.
the only thing keeping me going right now is the knowledge that in 2 hours i'll be drunk at the circus.
You weren't just peeing. You were like grinding on it. And you tried to pee in the washing machine first.
I would be the drunk girl eating cake on the front steps alone.
Some guy just rode an office chair down my street, I hope he comes back so I can give him my number.
The guys in the quick check just recognized me as the girl who bought rolling papers and whipped cream. This is the walk of shame on crack.
This text constitutes a formal request for sexual congress under the terms of our Relationship Agreement.
OMG I accidentally abducted a cat. Now there is a cat in my apartment. I NEED TO UNDO WHAT I HAVE DONE
GOD I WOULD STAB DANNY IN THE EYE WITH HIS OWN PENIS
.........That big, huh?
No. I would cut it off
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