Sooo sorry about that. And crying. And comparing my life to a duck
The Firefighter Games are going to be in Tampa the same weekend I am. I think God is answering my vagina's prayers.
I'm thinking we can stop tracking my sex life by the hotels I've hooked up in and instead use bar bathrooms I've gotten head in.
Need toilet paper. Napkins suck. Slowly running out of those two and the bleeding hasn't stopped. Your cat is next
the outcome of this sandwich determines whether or not i do anything else with my day..
Bc when the owner of your local gay bar and a drag king ask you to take them to a rival gay bar 2hrs away at 4 in the morning YOU GO.
I just fucked my ex's ex's ex. Love quadrilateral complete
My name in their phones is "That Girl". If i can't get it to go away, I might as well live up to it.
Apparently my downstairs neighbors don't much appreciate it when I do drunk aerobics at 3am on a Wednesday...
I seriously think the toilet is the cleanest thing in their house. At least if I have to worry its not about that.
Apparently this is my life now. Fucking men in their 30s with small dogs.
Only three months past my 21st and I'm done. So many life lessons in so little time.
He keeps asking the karaoke guy to play let it go from frozen so he can sing it in a falsetto
But on a side note, how the fuck do you "accidentally " get peed on
Why the fuck are you playing with legos?
Why the fuck are you questioning me?
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