just mention it in a side comment sometime today... like oh by the way i have a daughter but um yeah my day was good
i don't remember but I assumed it was bad when I woke up with directions from his house to mine already pulled up on my phone
Bars not open yet, I feel like a desperate alcoholic wandering around outside.
I went to class with the sex aroma on me. The hot sun doesn't help much.
His band may suck, but it's not like I'm sleeping with all of them.
Awkward interaction of the day: Staring at some guy trying out if he is or is not the guy that woke me up yesterday by getting arrested in front of my apartment.
We're at that point in our relationship where sweatpants sex has become acceptable...
Same here... Well I was planning on having some sort of deep conversation, but looking at how grim of an outlook tomorrow has on you, I'll just re-inform you that I have your pants.
Based on the pics I have taken of hookups while they were passed out or sleeping, I have scientifically concluded that no two vagina lips are the same. They are like snowflakes.
HE THREATENED ME WITH A CACTUS. WHERE DID HE EVEN GET A CACTUS.
Too bad they don't have an emoji symbol for condoms and 99 cent tacos
One my way home. There was too much fog, strobe lights, and cocaine for my taste.
your blue lips and tongue was their first indication you were probably underage
HEY THERE IS NO AGE LIMIT ON BLUE SLUSHIES
Watching the blind side bc I need a good cry to make sure I'm still human after this weekend's questionable life choices
I smell like cotton candy and guilt.
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