started to yawn and threw up hamburger helper instead. awesome night.
My therapist told me it was ok for me to "take risks" now. Cue the hookers and blow.
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
I still can't believe you had sex with someone who willingly went by Peaches.
Sometimes I envy you, when I'm not praying for your soul.
You don't have anything to lose--we've established that he's not going to murder you and he smells good.
On another note, I feel like my vagina is slowly being peeled off with a rusty potato peeler.
like, you weren't just lying there, you were wrapped in what appeared to be the skin of a wolf, chanting doomsday prophecies
THE END IS NEIGH
Update: his apartment is apparently in the campus Christian community center. The fact that I fucked him on the couch in the lobby is officially my crowning life achievement.
well, you know. whores of a feather.
THERE ARE SO MANY HOT DADS AT WHOLE FOODS
I threw up in the bathtub last night like a decent human being.
I realize my mistake but don't you dare school me in cock, young man
Once again I let my vagina make the decisions...that and vodka :(
I just bought a bottle of dried bees on Etsy. I am the wrong person to talk you out of this.
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