i went to go through my sent box of drunk texts from last night and they were all deleted... i'm going to assume drunk me made the executive decision that sober me would be better off not knowing what they said
woke up rolled in a yoga mat listening to enya. I'm never going back to Oregon ever again.
I wasn't sure if "you're even prettier in the dark" was a compliment. Hmm.
it's official, i know exactly what cross streets we're at by the bumps when i give him road head
Aren't you glad we're at the point in our relationship where I don't even ask why you're hiding in the cabinet?
Like many of my risky ideas this has "burned genitals" written all over it
im honestly more upset that i fucked a buckeyes fan than about cheating on my boyfriend...
they were fucking between cars in the parking lot and everyone was cheering at them.
Those were the days I had no morals... Dark times.
Shall we take a trip back?
The real reason I can't work: it's Tuesday. I get stoned and watch Buck Rodgers on Tuesday.
I love how when they see that I'm upset their initial response is to offer me ecstasy
You have all semester to unpack your car, quarter jello shots only last until 10.
I'm serenading his dick with my words. I understand how poets get inspiration now.
quit whining, rub some dirt on it, and lets get out there
its my penis
If he moved really quickly from "hi I've had a crush on you for years" to "send nudes" you probably were used.
Randomize
