we went to a bar last night, drank beer in plastic cups. I took pics w/a random kid i pulled into a photobooth & i have easy mac in my purse. I belong here.
To make up for the snow days we missed he's making us write a paper on alcoholism. It's like he knows.
We spent three hours cleaning our room this morning. It was spotless and smelling good. I come home from work tonight and she has already smoked weed in it and "accidently" spilled vodka on the floor.
I just woke up in a puddle of boob sweat. Definitely time to consider a reduction.
Rolling one last joint on my Psych textbook before trading it in. I might actually cry.
He only talks to me during the summer and it's probably because I let him fuck me in my pool last year.
I think that last shot was nyquil. Please come gte me. WINGS.
Some guy just rode an office chair down my street, I hope he comes back so I can give him my number.
And i'll likely end up sleeping in a bush wrapped up in my poncho
Sex in your truck helped me start regaining feeling in my jaw. Thanks!
After the first time we had sex he kept saying "I'm proud of you" over and over again
The only good thing about the sex was that he finally cracked the spot on my back that's been hurting.
Who brings a stripper home to ninja turtle bed sheets
Me and I got head
my ex logged me out of his netflix so im gonna fuck his bestfriend as revenge
Remind me to tell you: When threeways go awry, my MLK weekend story.
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