before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
I really like him. That's why I'm having sex with someone else, so he doesnt think i'm a slut.
i need gas-x and some way to take back every single thing i did last night.
Life lesson learned last night, if you are too drunk to use the atm leave the strip club
Goldfish can't live in a bowl filled with tequila, lesson learned.
the whole story woulnd't be so depressing if i had made out with ANYONE but the piano player.
All I remember is lecturing my dog about how she's a lucky bitch to have a structured eating and shitting schedule.
Valuable lesson learned: if you reach the point where you have to talk yourself in to finishing the last half of your beer, you shouldn't try.
So he says to my dad "I'll pull out of your daughter but I'm not going to apologize". Yea, my night was fun.
You pole danced in your parka.
It's whatever. Titanic is about to be on and we have wine, which is basically crying juice. Leo, Kate, and I will be having a lovely, pants free evening.
Literally had a conversation with the pizza as to why it was a bad idea to reach in the back seat and grab a slice while driving. The pizza was right, it was safer to just wait until I got home.
His truck was very sexy. Unfortunately, shortly thereafter, I discovered that the whole overcompensating thing is very true...
There are 6 of us in a mini cooper and his maid is in the trunk...she needed a ride.
Turns out naked yoga wasn't a pickup line. I feel betrayed.
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