So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
On my way home right now. I miss you. let's cuddle. whiskey.
Her exstacy made her nickname everyone David. Nobody knows who the fuck she's talking to so we just say no to everything she says. She's crying.
Miller High Life will be the death of me. Well, that and shower sex.
There's still flour in my hair. And I don't even want to know what the neighbors think happened infront of my house.
He kept telling me that something was trying to enter this dimension from another universe through his spine...
She's currently celebrating her completion of "Sober October" with "Margarita Shit-Show November."
I have vodka soaked strawberries. My latest tarot card reading hinted at a lesbian/bisexual coming out. I doubt I survive the night.
Look, the fact that I didn't kick him out and rip your clothes off speaks very highly of me.
May the one with the liver that just won't quit win
She just rubbed her face up and down my six pack cooing. Equal measure of weird and hot.
okay. well, yeah. i'm a mess and a half. this shit is not what dumbledore died for.
ive started thanking my toys after masturbating. might be time to get some fuck boys
The adults are the big ones right?
How I know I would be an awful mother....I just stirred the bong up with a baby fork. A literal baby fork....
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