I just walked into the kitchen and my dad was having this uber serious convo
With himself
the night i cant remember will be the night i always remember thanks to my "i
i felt like cinderella. except at midnight i turned back into a whore.
Instead of asking if I had a condom she literally said " I'm not on the pill but I'm pro choice... your move"... I'm in love
I swear to god he was trying to crawl under my door last night muttering "I'm Alex Mac! I'm Alex Mac!"
worst night to have a conscience
No dude, you can't hot box a bus shelter.
Still borderline I believe. As bad as this sounds, I feel God owes me one here and should not let his grandmother die till after my birthday
I don't know if it was his cologne or his Jesus hair, but he was much more fuckable than last time I saw him.
Now that I think about it, it may have been the 6 pitchers of beer.
If it snows I'm just gonna sit at my house in my costume and drink beer by myself all night.
sorry for the naked aussie man in your room last night, he got lost on his way to the bathroom
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....
I fucked him on my yoga mat. Then we wake and baked and ate granola. So yes, you could say I found my center.
I can't even be mad at customs in houstons airport anymore for missing my flight and having to stay overnight. Within an hour of meeting we did it at her place. Her last word being "glad I could show you real southern hospitality". I'm definitely coming back here someday
Roomies told me I showed up to my house alone with no pants on and burrs in my hair... I live in the middle of the city
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