I didn't cheat on him. Cheating means finding out. I made sure he was at work first. After the guy left I got shitfaced just so nothing seemed out of the ordinary when he came home.
Someday soon you'll wake up next to a bottle of jameson and a half eaten lean cuisine and then you'll be just like me.
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
the choice between paying your electricity bill and getting herpes medicine is a tough one.
I don't care if the man pisses on teenage girls, he's enchanting.
This is going to be another afternoon spent getting drunk in the shower, isn't it?
Oh and my new excuse for not being able to hook up is cholera, feel free to use it
I concluded last night that you have no tear ducts, heart, or sense of any feeling.
todays sighting is titled: Bum taking pictures with an invisible camera.
If you got tons of KY ads on HuluPlus, it's because I hit "relevant" every time.
Trying to decide who to DD on the fourth and I came up with a Who's who of guys I've hooked up with in the last month. Not an ideal situation, but I have a feeling it's gonna happen anyway.
When you get shitfaced you find strippers when I get shitfaced I speak to woodland creatures, do you see the dilema?
These cutoffs are too tight but my ass looks like Freedom
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
When I found out he was circumcised I called his mother and thanked her
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