when I'm not with you everything just looks like crayon scribble
I start off june hungover/still drunk stumbling down my driveway with the trashcan at 6am..it's gonna be an interesting month
I swear I have "I love assholes" written on my forehead with ink that only guys can see.
update: the house isnt on fire anymore, but he is still pissing on all your stuff.
the house was on fire??
shit I thought I told you.
all we ever talk about is how much i like your dick or my drug problem.
To be honest I don't know what's worse, the fact that I interupted their shower sex or the fact that I was so drunk I used the adjoining stall anyway
Sex with him was like teaching a two year old how to work a machine gun
He made me a period mix..should I back out now?
So on how many levels of wrong is it that I'm reconsidering my divorce simply because I don't want to go through getting used to shitting around someone again.
I just found our entire wall-to-wall from September 2006 printed out and clipped... it's 49 pages. Blackout me is so considerate of bored-at-work me
We just leapfrogged all the way to the bar.
I told her the job opening requires being on the phone during the week and on my face on the weekends. I think she wants the job.
He said he wanted to "superfuck" me
Does he wear a cape??
It makes my nipple hurt just thinking about it.
Tripping over coffee tables hurts shins but face is okay bc I landed on a sofa.
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