its not stalking. its research.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
My brain is officially off for summer until late august. If that guy wants to fuck me, he better do it soon.
"Hung over, tired and having a faint scent of some body butter and random pieces of glitter from a girl named gigi, almost arrested in drug bust, $40 Canadian in my pocket and all i got was this lousy Tshirt" shirts dont exist, but they need to
as soon as his mom opened the door to let me in the house she asked if i would like a shot
it's gonna be a great weekend
she pinky promised me she was 18
Yeah apparently i got lonely because everyone was hooking up so i took matters into my own hands. I woke up on the floor spooning a vaccuum cleaner, a mop, 40 paper cups, and industrial grade detergent.
Guy next to me is looking up how to press his own ecstasy pills. I'm going to befriend him and see where this goes
Quite frankly, I consider the fact that I'm NOT pregnant one of my greatest achievements and I'd like to chronicle that ongoing success. I'm going to post pictures of me at "0 weeks" once a week.
I should start printing out disclaimer handouts and passing them out to people saying, "I can not be held responsible for anything I say or do this evening."
Between this new vagisil cleaner and these cranberry vitamins, my vagina feels like a new women.
You cannot tell me you don't have a problem while crying pantsless on a stranger's sofa bed.
Just threw up in the shower. Hangovers at 23 are the best.
You ran outside of the party to do the rain dance and swim in puddles
I just ran into my psychology professor at Planned Parenthood she asked why I was there and I asked why she was there and it turns out we both had a scare.#bonding because of abortion.
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