Hello, balls-out mistake. It's been a while.
Just saw ur first draft of ur suicide note.
You spelled "worthless" wrong.
He spent most of his night trying to convince people that he had changed and was no longer a sleazebag...he had his nut hanging out of his pants about an hour later.
I feel like the only solution to this is to get naked and lay in the shower for a hour then see what my penis wants to do.
Also I'm 95 percent positive we ate food naked together
its amazing there are so many photos of me and him separately, since most of that party time was spent sneaking away to fuck upstairs...
I'm actually not sure I need to run today, between the crazy monkey sex and breaking into my own house.
I'm still high with raccoon eyeliner eyes and chocolate all over my face and chest, clutching a mug of wine. Happy graduation.
Just letting everyone know that I am still alive after last night. On a related note, this is the 15th "I'm not dead!" mass text I've sent. You've got to celebrate the little things.
Please call us Steph is okay but missing phone wallet tooth
I want to see a guy holding a pizza and a bottle of scotch and a box of magnums. I'm a simple woman.
This morning when you were fucking me you said you'd go to the store and get me tampons and a 30 pack
He shit with the door open. I think that means we are in a realtionship.
So it turns out that a Ford Focus does not fit in a Walmart cart return.
I'm about to take plan-b with a glass of wine and ramen noodles. I cannot decide who will hurt more...my vagina, my kidneys or my pride.
Randomize
