So how was last night?
Let's just say I danced with the devil
Huh?
I'm going to Hell for sure
Yeh xou jao i ama wa7tdud !!
Oh my god. its not even twelve thirty and you are useless.
I just woke up on my kitchen floor using a yellow pages as a pillow and surrounded by plants that used to be in the garden around my apt building, can't wait to see the security tapes for my eviction
went thru the pain of a Brazilian and he's passed the fuck out while i eat Doritos and watch tbs. fuck married life i want out
im honestly just eating salsa and looking at his penis
I guess I just got drunk and ordered a mini fridge off the internet. At least now I know the 200$ that was missing from my checking account wasn't spent on lap dances only.
Periouds do not concern me. Biploogival needs are buological needs.
Sat down on an escalator. That hungover.
I'm pricing out a roll of that wax butcher paper. We fuck too messy and I can't afford to wash them every afternoon.
No. Not going out tonight. No. It's Tuesday. Xanax and Full House Tuesday.
He just used the word frick. Is that a possible red flag?
I told my mom Jesus would want me to snort drugs on his birthday
Like, my vagina is jet-lagged.
I learned tonight while in another country that no matter the nationality, men are disappointing in bed
I'm pretty sure he sprained my clit...
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