Im in Brooklyn, he wasnt 23 or a musician pick me up
even your uterus rejects him.
apparently my uterus is the smartest part of my body.
Now there's vomit covered trash all over the front lawn. I feel accomplished
how can i incorporate a boy scout uniform into what i do tonight?
Ya know, I lied. I wouldn't mess with him. Not because of the crazy/rehab issues... but because he wears tank-tops.
I'll call you tomorrow. I'm ok and back i love you goodnight.
I stole a bike. Here's a pic
I thought it was a drawer and tried to pull it out and it wasnt a drawer it was the police call button. I hate everything.
They shouted last call and the guy next to me and I looked each other up and down and went in unison "yup, you'll do"
All I know is I want him to tie me up at least twice a week and I have an overwhelming urge to cook for him. Could this be love? I'm so confused....
Relaxed was like phase 1 of this phase 7 high
Now we just need to figure out why your underwear was in your bra
well my apartment and my life are still a disaster but I did clean off my desk so that's gotta count for something...
Pretty sure I got pink eye from the strip club. There is also still beer cans rattling around in my shower.
In what world does 'I'm awake' at 2:30 in the morning on a wednesday translate to 'let's fuck' in the span of one text? Where has the romance gone?
Sorry I didn't have my phone all night. Did we hang last night?
You bit me
Oh lord I need to hear this story
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