Anyways, i'm off to play with a rubber dick and a ouija board with two other girls...
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
I was puzzled last night that there were shots waiting for us when we got there. Just read my messages and saw you were ordering from the bar via texts.
Does having a sippy cup full of wine, at an outlet mall, qualify you as 'having a problem'?
I'm just pissed at the whore who takes over my body when I'm blacked out.
So, sleeping with all of my Vicodin in my bra because I knew she'd be searching my room for drugs tonight. I'LL SHOW HER.
The last text I sent him was about nachos. Frankly, if he can't respond positively to that he can fuck off...
I feel like an elephant shit on me and left me to be miserable
my neighbors having band practice on sunday morning is a message from the universe that I should stop drinking
Next time a party gets busted lets get a group photo first.
Do him. As soon as possible and as often as possible. That's what Oprah would say
I can't believe you tried to cock block me from A DIFFERENT TIME ZONE.
Since moving to the suburbs, all I do is fuck my ex and watch cartoons. It's not so bad.
Wine through a straw in a subway cup.....classy
I have had flashes of 69ing, a strawberry flavored condom and begging him to sleep naked.
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