After going down on me he either said "there, it's over" or "there's an odor"... I couldn't hear him and was too embarrassed to ask him to repeat himself. I just got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left. So I don't think there's gunna be a second date. =(
At some point I made a semi-conscious decision that i was okay with sleeping in my own vomit.
He's a firefighter, who has his own band. I'm pregnant just thinking about him.
Would love to except that I crashed into a hearse in a funeral procession about an hour ago so I think that pretty much put an end to my day.
And im sorry for wishing your girlfriend gets genital warts.
Tonight's trip to the ER was brought to you by, "fork jousting."
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Oh Jesus.
we played dirty jenga the drinking edition... some girl really just broke a rib? how do we even go this hard
I got shot at last night. Lesson about married chicks: learned.
new costume idea. paint swatches and a ball gag... I'll be 50 shades of grey.
Last night dinner was cinnamon buns and whiskey. At least tonight I had a fajita with my cookies and tequila. I may be a little stressed about these end of semester tests.
Your boyfriends underwear are hanging from my kitchen window. Where the fuck are you?!
No more bourbon. Sleep now. I may die. Pray for me.
Did I tell you he put a lobster carcass on his dick?
Plus he probably didn't want to be at home, alone... Jacking off on the big screen without you there to lend a helping hand. I mean, let's be honest. It's not fun if it's not a little weird.
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