I tried booty calling last night but apparently he was too tired and wants to meet up tonight. I told him planning defeats the purpose.
I bought a fake diamond ring to wear, not only to bars to keep the creeps away, but so that I'll be judged less by the front desk girl at Planned Parenthood
I took my shirt off and stood in the kitchen for an hour and a half talking to his parents about my tattoos
We role played last night. I was Brandon Inge and she was some slut from Toledo. Let's just say Triple A might not be so disappointing after all.
Keep your head up. His game is good, and you should be honoured to be a notch on his wall. If it makes you feel better, if it wasn't you, it was going to be me.
I'm not proud of how I threatened that 8 year old during drunken laser tag
On a side note the mornings you do so much Xanax that you wake up totally at one with the universe and feel invincible are great
I gave you the craziest sex experiences of your life, the least you could do is let me keep the sweater.
Did I really make a PSA to that garage party that you wanted to bang him?
You gave a whole fucking speech. It was inspiring.
You're right, I'd say my real all time low was when I let that fifteen-year-old feel my boob.
I feel as though my head has drastically changed shape
So vagazzling was a success
When I met you, I was just like "who the fuck is this drunk chick throwing up on my bed?" But I'm glad we're friends now
He couldn’t find my clit with a map. Literally. I drew him a map.
Sextember may be over, but Cocktober is just beginning!!!
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