it was all good till he told me to dance slow and quiet
so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
you asked a group of latinas stood by the bar to hold a minutes silence for ugly betty getting cancelled. that drunk.
It took him longer to remove his skinny jeans than it did for him to finish. I didn't even have time to realize it sucked until it was already over.
I mean he's a cool ass guy, but he's genuinely in love with a fat chick. I just can't take him seriously as a person.
He's on the floor in just a Burberry tie. All my girl parts just tapped out.
Haha! You know I mean that in a positive way. Like, "let them eat cake!" Or in our case, "let them achieve obesity from the two entree plate at Panda Express!"
I am no longer drunk enough to crave tostitos
So last night I turned down multiple drinks because "I didn't want to hold them". It's time reevaluate my decisions
Apparently chalking everything I've done these past 48 hours to the fact that it was homecoming, is like a "get out of jail free" card.
every day is bullshit and fuck everyone. That's my motto for the week
If you're doing something that makes your best friend lock you in a bathroom you shouldn't be doing it
So unmotivated today.
Who am I kidding. So unmotivated this decade.
Why would you keep yourself in a sharting situation
It's become almost a Pavlovian response. The sound of the vacuum being run by hubby causes an instantaneous involuntary orgasm.
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