he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
this is the second time this week i got a blowjob from a crying girl.
i'm sick of coming in second next to bourbon.
I just spent the last ten minutes making a timeline of my sex life. 2010 and 2011 I am calling "I can't believe Im still clean" years.
He's single. I'm single. We should rekindle our eighth grade romance over a box of wine and carefree sex.
Apparently he's into classy girls that wear sweaters and don't throw up on him when they go out.
He started going down on me while we were watching Land Before Time.
Incredible.
Can I just have sex with him and then never talk to him? I need him to be the Mr. Miyagi of my sex life.
I'd rather blow Nickelback than be told he gave me gonorrhea. I'd even post it on Facebook for all of the world to like, share, and judge me.
I asked to see his balls for medical purposes.
was i wearing any clothes at that point?
socks and a thong
I think that living in the "now" is the worst fucking ghandi buddha whatever advice bc that means I'm just gonna get drunk in the now.
this is the second night in a row i've fucked a guy i met on craigslist. and it wasn't even a post for sex. i posted a housing ad. A HOUSING AD
Never joke about your clitoris.
Pillow talk was a high five, this morning she made dinosaur muffins for the house. I love chapel hill
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