i'm forgoing the post-coitus cuddling sesh to ask u this :when he says he loves me and all i can think to say is either "cool" or "i love boning you," what do i do?
It's like sleeping with someone you met at a karaoke bar. It's never okay.
Okay so if I'm going to keep referring to my hangover in the third person it needs a name.
me and this guy in my office just exchanged an "i saw you at a drag show last night" look as he passed by my desk.
I'm going to email her once I get off the bathroom floor
cliffnotes. writing studyguide on last pack of smokes. glad this semester is over.
In order of importance: Where am I? Where's my car? Where are my clothes? Who is this chick in the room?
Anne's couch, the bar, your car, Anne.
I didn't know where we were going to start fucking, so I just strategically hid condoms all over the house before he came over.
You think I'll get the "I used to stick it to your daughter" discount?
i don't find him as attractive when he's dressed as himself...bring back Indiana jones and I would so fuck him again
A huge penis doesn't warm the soul. Or that's what I've had to tell myself.
I really don't know how I went from having a few drinks to waging war against ghosts in my apartment but here we are
He brought me hungover chipotle knowing full well he wasn't getting a blow job. I think he may be too in love with me.
you bleached my bangs. i have an interview later today and you assholes bleached my bangs.
There are footprints all over my windshield
You said you were making waffles...
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