I woke up next to her this morning and couldn't remember her name. Luckily, she had written it on my hand so that I could add her on facebook.
So i literally just wrote sorry on my quiz and turned it in.
We're sitting in his room writing songs about America. There's a verse about a dead dog. There's tequila everywhere.
IS SOBER OCTOBER A THING?? WTF WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?
BING! You are now free to move about my panties. He just left for work.
View of Vancouver Bay is obscured though the greasy hand prints from fucking against the window. Tip maid well.
Don't blame me. My vagina leads me astray.
Also topless tea is a thing that happens in our apartment. Ready yourself.
I'm going to write a new song and call it "Did I wax my vagina for this?" remind me to never go across the country for a penis ever again.
He flew in from NY last night. We had sex in the back of my car in the airport parking lot and then he fed me fresh Babka (from Breads Bakery) as I drove him home. I can't decide if I love him or Babka more.
ANIME MEN ARE MAKING ME QUESTION MY SEXUALITY AGAIN
And on a positive note i found a list that i made in 3rd grade titled "what to do if you want a guy to like you"
HEY I WILL KIDNAP THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR PET GOAT
Yesterday I febreezed my bed in between gentleman callers
By the way, you totally deserve "i got a job sex".
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