i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
So tired and we had a cokehead in the salon today making us bleach her whole head because she thought it would let her pass her drug test for custody of her kid
Oh.My.God.
you jizzed all over me and yelled "makeover"
U sang "shots, shots, shots" then walked 2 ur top drawer and threw socks everywhere singin "SOCKS, SOCKS, SOCKS!"
I just criticized a porno's use of editing. Film school is ruining me.
In retrospect, getting to second base BEFORE anal wouldve been a good idea
Well, there are worse ways to make $50 at a gay club.
After 2 hrs of driving around looking for him, we just found him sleeping in the bed of my truck with the cover closed, cuddling with the spare tire.
I'm bleeding from my lower lip, and I have bruises around my neck. It was just easier to say I got mugged.
I just had to give myself a pep talk to stop lying on my floor. Literally too hung over to function
He's the kind you'd bring home and you'd wake up and all your food would be half eaten on the kitchen floor and all your socks would be missing.
I can measure my amount of vomit in solo cups.
Damn it. Can't order pizza. Can't do the hot tub. No one to invite over for loud, kinky sex. What's the point of being here alone?!
Sooooooo, maybe just fucked on a motorcycle.
Don't judge me 👊🏼 his dick just whispers my name
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