i permit you to call me
windsor, ontario is like a poor man's amsterdam
no, it is just poor
i should write a book entitled 'the joys of being sexually objectified'
I love him more than I love myself. Which is a lot...Because I'm narcissistic.
We have to go find her fucking car. She came home from a 80 dollar cab ride, no shoes, and all she remembers is its at a burger king on a street with an H in it
so he was shitfaced and kept using sticky notes to label everything like "beer spill" and "going to fuck later"
I really wish you were half the slut you're sister was in college
She called picking up at 2pm a matinee drug deal.
Monday: I just need a drink Tuesday: OMG no more this week! Wednesday: oh shit how'd I get drunk Thursday: I'm glad you've stopped the pretenses
the scent of your tears make me crave pizza
I am praying to every god I can that he drank so much that he won't even remember me
if it makes you feel any better you looked really comfortable while you were sleepin in the closet, atleast according to the pictures i woke up with on my phone
So I realize somewhere between mildly irritated and outright belligerently pissed is where you are, but as to location, where are you?
I just tried to lit a bowl with my chapstick.
Yep. Just fucked a 34 year old on the football field where we both went to high school. That's a story for the grandkids.
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