So I was blaaazed. & while he was in me all I kept thinking was how bad I'd rather be watching The Office.
1. my parents still have sex. 2. being a screamer runs in the family. 3. so much so that i can tell what number of orgasms she's on. 4.so looks like i'm stuck outside a while
there's nothing like the elf drinking game to get me in the christmas spirit.
I should probably just look up vagina pictures in the anatomy textbook. That always cheers me up.
I need to shower, but I have no shower curtain... I think I can get by with a whore bath and a hat for one more day.
Finishing last nights 1.5L of wine and beef jerky for breakfast. Work looms, ever the prickly bitch.
Watching the dude who probably knocked me up be all cute with his girlfriend on my couch. I am too nice, and I hate today.
But he's not just anonymous male genitalia anymore. I've met him, I've seen his face.
I want to be stormed in. I want to be stuck there. I want to climb a pyramid of strippers to safety
My drug dealer just asked me to go see Les Mis on Christmas. Should I be worried this is some type of musical set-up?
Well I think I made it pretty obvious I wasn't in to it. I was drinking a beer while he was going down in me
I need an inhaler full of pot for all of this breathless rage.
omg so there's this guy on the roof and he just stripped for no reason and now i think he's making out on the rooftop with some other guy? who are these people
Im bringing my light up rubber ducky just in case we end up at a rave tonight. HE CHANGES COLOR!
Good news! Blood’s flowing!
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