Nothing too bad. Lost a stuffed horse on a stick and tore my clothes off. Again.
He kept asking me to take off my bra and I sat up so he could. He fumbled with it for a few minutes and when I sighed and went to undo it he goes, "Yeah, you got this."
all we ever talk about is how much i like your dick or my drug problem.
I just masterbated while imagining him getting hit by a truck. I have hit a completely unacceptable level of anger & bitterness. Help.
the more i look through evidence of last night, the less i seem to remember.
I just realized I'm not towing a trailer. I thought this whole drive home I was towing a trailer. Wow too high
When I try to close my eyes ibwant to puke. Going to the basement to watch pocohantas. That'll keep myeyes open. And puke free.
I made him sleep with a condom on and i passed out on the carpet with only a bra on.
i'm having flashbacks of crying and telling you i was made out of egg salad.
I petted my head, told my hair it felt beautiful and needed to be let free. Then pulled out my pony tail. Cheers to weed. I lose.
you're expensive. Idk about all this. What happened to free make outs?
Sobriety and mild self-respect
I don't like getting sloppy drunk but I don't like getting just half drunk either, I'm way too responsible if my blood alcohol level is below 0.2
Well, no one has ever described you as a perfectly balanced individual
when I went into his room, he was sleeping on his stomach, almost as if to silently say, "you're not touching my dick tonight".
He said they were his favorite shoes.. So I threw one down the sewer. Now he'll keep searching the house for the other one. Sweet silent revenge.
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