somehow, due in part to drug cocktail and alchl prior to meeting, i blacked out, got home, made total mess of kitchen, broke shower, and made 17 hard boiled eggs
i'm starting to get really nervous about the relationship i have with my cat
cell reception changed and I can no longer text you from the toilet... that means I'll be texting you less often, just fyi
you have a cum towel under your bed, you're the definition of single
im trying to find a facebook picture of him that doesnt make me regret sleeping with him. its not working
You almost make it sound as if getting an education to further your career is more important than beer and tacos.
of course not. I do my best teaching on a hungover monday. I did the research. im still okay with the direction in which my life is headed.
Did you like my voicemail? Sounded like I was being murdered, right?
By a pack of ravenous dildos
found a better reason to procrastinate than the usual sunday-don't-give-no-fucks. literally every one of my textbooks is soaked in captain. can't turn a page without gagging.
If it makes you feel any better about life I'm wearing yoga pants with granny panties and toms with socks cause fuck my life
But no. So do not give him one damn penny. Unless they are in a sock and you are hitting him with it.
I don't think I have face palmed that many times in such a short period. And I've worked tech support.
He texted "fuck you" before blocking me on all social media. Come to think of it, that's also the last thing my mother said to me. Could it be that I'm the problem?
I was literally so lonely last night that I stopped watching a video on porn hub and just read the comments
at the time fanning him with a dish tray seemed like a good idea but when we found it buried in the dirt the next morning i questioned our judgement. needless to say he still threw up even with the extra breeze.
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