found a dugout with weed in it in dad's car. decided to top up the weed compartment with salvia. for fun.
this is two weekends in a row I've been the pantsless girl at the party. I love my social life.
I don't care how hot he got, I can't get past the PTSD flashbacks of the first time he fingered me
Yes, that was ME getting carried out of the club singing 'i believe i can fly'
The beers last night were like the tears from god
Typcal friday morning so far. Puke, shower, commute/puke, coffee, puke, coffee, bagel, good to go. Lunch today?
He told me the escort brought him pizza. Can something be sad and awesome at the same time ?
The party invite said "this ain't no lame stoplight party, you come to hookup or you don't come" I feel like their honesty deserves out attendance
Not to mention having our pick at the ensuing sausagefest
I am drinking fireball and apple juice out of a sippy cup like a fucking toddler.
I kept having to give myself encouraging advice like, "you know how a path works"
Next guy I fuck must be a cowboy
So I told him "To answer your question yes I am naked making pizza pops in your kitchen"
I pack a first-aid kit when I DD for you. What does that tell you about your partying? For what I see and do, paying my food and gas for the night is a goddamn BARGAIN.
I JUST HAD TO SNORT THE REST OF MY BAG OF COKE BECAUSE THE BAG RIPPED IN THE WORK BATHROOM.
I'm guessing you feel amazing due to all the caps?
LETS GET THIS SHIT DONE. IM GONNA GET THIS SHIT DONE, FOREVER.
Had a dick customer and the words "eat my ass" slipped out. He proceeded to lick his lips and say present it. I think it's time I quit.
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