The make-up sex just reminded me why we broke up in the first place.
he keeps calling me but I'm too scared to answer... Not sure what he's gonna yell at me for: barging into his room while he was with another girl, filling her shoes with dog food and water, or hiding his keys in the garbage disposal.....
I mean, I'd wanted to go skinny dipping, hook up with him and have sex on a beach, so last night I basically killed 3 birds with one super slutty stone.
But it's not about our feelings, it's about making the men we sleep with feel awful about their lives
I smell like fire and strippers. Successful sunday funday.
I haven't found him passed out in the living room covered in noodles for a while now so I guess he's getting better with the drinking.
Real reason I can't work: it's Tuesday. I get stoned and watch buck Rodgers in Tuesday.
Jesus Christ you're perfect.
I actually want to work out for some reason... I think it's my brains way of telling me it doesn't like living in a fat body.
Yeah yeah, I don't care. I bought a super soaker, so lets please go attracting attention by spraying each other while wearing white tank tops?
Hey I was just wondering if you could go look for my teeth?
Sounds good. I'm hoping to have my life together by next week but you never know I guess.
I ask for a dick pic and he sends a picture of Dick Cheney. Who does that?
Can’t fucking wait for Tuesday night. Have another situation that popped up. I swear my life is like a cross between a soap opera and a porno
Also we're getting drunk and sledding down Caroline street. See you soon.
He bought me a bottle of Malibu. I think I could love this guy.
I've loved people for a lot less.
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