I just wanted to let you know that if you dont tell me to stop texting i will still keep on trying, you matter to me
restraining order is on its way, crazy bitch
who cares. he's ugly and has a dick this big -->
she kept yelling 'call me bella'
im returning my roomates shirt with a "i got laid in this" thank you note
He offered to take me out to a nice dinner but I told him I would rather he just pay for my beer this weekend
We made a drinking game out of Project Runway. Gay guys are so fun.
he kept doing his monologue, "if a vagina could talk."
Bren left me with a lovely parting gift. Newfouund alcoholism. I'm on the kitchen floor, hugging a bottle of vodka. It's my only friend now.
I cried and ate like 6 tacos in the taco bell parking lot at almost midnight, sober, alone, listening to a demi lavato cd. And that was the good part.
seis de mayo is my least favoite holiday because i usually spend it in bed sobbing over my poor life decisions from the night before.
But he does seem to be getting proper humping etiquette down. So there's progress.
Totally. Bang on. He'll be fine. He might cry into your perfect tits once in a while, but that's the price ya pay.
Her next conquest seems to be stealing her ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend. Pretty sure everyone involved is totally OK with this.
He bought the 12 pack of condoms. I take that as a sign of serious commitment.
I fear our relationship is coming to an end. Last night I felt the need to bloody apologise for waking him up with a blow job.
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