Alex texted me. Bootycall boy #2. its like an alarm goes off once i'm single that the line is open again
Who the hell brings a 6pack to a party. I'm trying to make mistakes.
Just ate applesauce I laced with percocets for dinner. I'm pretty sure my grandmother does the same thing.
I came home drunk to my night light on and a Hershey's bar on my bed. Mom knows me too well.
I could see myself reflected in his wedding band as i was going down on him.
Pretty sure my body is in shock, I shouldn't feel this ok after last nite.
He was just lying on my lap in the backseat screaming how if the cops came he was a blanket.
I spy something regrettable...
Oh my god. Stop!! It was one time and I still can't believe it.
What if he stabs me in the back, mid-orgasm, as I sit on his face? It'd be a miraculous way to go but that's not the point
You brought string cheese to the strip club
If last night was a preview of 2015, I quit.
Im just an angry damaged little elf who wanders around and tries to find drugs.
We fucked. Had a political debate. I won. So I sat on his face.
Damn him and his beautiful face and body and penis.
Just because I'm sleeping with him doesn't mean I'm in love with him, it means that I want to have sex with someone who isn't a serial killer.
Randomize
