I don't know. The next thing I remember we were in the walmart parking lot making out.
i tried slipping money on her dresser whenever she brings guys home hoping she'll start to question her goals in life... i think its only encouraging her
im pretty sure all they do is fuck. and talk in baby talk. its two babys fucking basically.
He was so bad, he was dry humping me and his dick was nowhere close to my vagina.
i think the bruises are from the grocery store. on separate occasions. i've been spending a lot of time drunk at the market lately.
i have a vague recollection of being in the parking deck around 4 this morning, and on monday morning i was naked on the roof.
that would mean it's on tape
she texted me out of nowhere. and I wanted to get drunk. like I didn't even have her new number until 6 hours ago and bam we were rolling around drinking cotton candy vodka from the bottle she had stuffed in a boot
If my sophomore year were to be made into a novel, it would be titled "dances with salvia"
Hey my results were negative. Your chlamydia train stops here. Happy hunting!
FYI: Brian said he left me in the bathroom Friday night to shower and 45 minutes later found me with a towel around my head, my pants on and holding my boobs. No more Jell-O shots for me.
Twice. I only peed my pants twice tonight.
I hooked up with a blind guy last night... he's clapping in order to find his way around our apartment
did I ever tell you about my gay jesus theory?
I was just wicked nice to a telemarketer... that's how stoned this woman got me.
Chick in the reindeer getup puked on Baby Jesus last night. But then she bought us all empanadas so she's cool.
I'm telling you, I 'm beginning to think that my vagina is magical.
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