no its okay don't call 911, she's alive. just stopped by her house and banged on her door. she said she turned her phone off because she "had to be alone with her shame and embarassment". typical.
either i blacked out mid-sex but remember the beginning and end, or he really only lasted a couple of minutes
i need to buy one of the child leashes to wear at mardi gras or else im never making it out alive
So basically he tried to get out of the car and crawl on the highway with the broken leg because he didn't want to go to the hospital. It was not a good time...then we got pizza though.
I gave him head and we watched Fashion Police. somehow it wasn't awkard.
There's never a time that i stay at this apartment that when i wake up in the morning and sit outside to smoke a cigarette that i don't feel ashamed of myself.
Occasionally I curse my inner 15 year old when I'm fulfilling their dreams as a slut, but I roll with it.
Just living on dreams and a bed of used condoms
I've got a permanent seat at the "Girls who eat their feelings" table this weekend.
Gotta admit I did think about bartering you out to the gay guys for $20 and the dudes flashy neck scarf
Hot dogs and hydrocodine is NOT the combo of champions
Btw his name is Woody. I must be really drunk to think this is a good situation
I don't know why I bit your face last night but I'm sorry .
Slap a cop in the butt for a felony charge. Check.
there's crying, and people are upset, and there's a love triangle, and a broken heart, and so much estrogen
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