everyone who works at gamestop is basically destined to live with their parents for the rest of their lives... so i said no.
just threw up what i'm pretty sure look like contents of a lava lamp
Rule #127: If your going to try fuck a married guy, you gotta be hotter then his wife; diet starts today.
The thing is that despite the high paying career and the increased responsibility, my life hasn't changed that much. Only instead of blacking out on $2 wells at some dive I blackout on top shelf martinis in a suit. Oh and only on Fri & Sat nights. Being 30 doesn't suck as bad as everyone led me to believe.
fuck it. from now on whatever room i wake up in, i'm stealing clothes from. this walk of shame shit is too much without pants
He yearns for your heart.
He needs to stop being a pussy about it.
Package arrived for me from the gf while she's on vacation..under the bed bondage kit and new lingerie...my boner could drive to the airport
I never thought my Saturday night would end up with someone crawling around my carpet for 3 hours trying to pick up spilled coke...
I never thought my Saturday night would end up with ME crawling around your carpet for 3 hours trying to save my investment.
I broke my heels and ended up on a random party bus where I passed out after a brief stripper pole incident.
I wrote "fuck you meg" on my toaster strudel with the icing. I call it "passive aggressive breakfast"
You should help rebuild my confidence with your dick. Altruism: Pass it on.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
He wrote his entire dissertation last night. I can only imagine the frightening amount of headway he would make if he ever did things sober.
Ok well my life just seems more exciting by default because I'm dating my married boss and sexting with my ex
I want you inside me. Finish your papers.
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