Lost my credit card. M has a bottle of blood in her pocket from a hobo.
All I can remember is posting my chicken burger in the post box. Postman is in for a treat.
Slept with my first Irish dude before I even got off the plane. Dublin has no idea what I have in store for it.
You'd think the neighbors would be used to grown men coming into my house drunk at 230 am.
Making a me burrito to ward off the cold...and the aloneness of my vagina
we left when one of the guys tried to stick himself with an IV that he found
God I miss you. I want to fuck your face... Then do all the girly cuddly shit too.
I just woke up to myself peeing the bed. Happy hump day! I'll never get married.
Thanks for the Beyonce article. In other news, I just passed a man with the state of Florida tattooed on his face.
So I just had breakfast and then sex in a parking garage before he went to school and thus I am loving my life
It's entirely possible that I'm fucking yet another gay guy
This is not the first time I've recognized my body is subconsciously trying to make pizza.
My relationship: I'm wearing batman panties and a tiara right now trying to get laid and he's doing dishes.
I'm talking to this guy I met online about French toast. I am the oddest fucking combination of hungry and horny. Wtf brain.
There is a man in my bed with "new zealand" tattooed on his back. Wtf happened last night?
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