i think im in love. he told me he doesnt care if i shave down there.
i'm sitting in the library realizing that the 2 most productive things i did this weekend was have sex and go to the liquor store...
Dontating $10 to the Red Cross relief effort in Japan for every car bomb I take tomorrow. Yes, buying me a drink just became a good cause.
Not enough clothes on. Not enough vagina. Not enough drugs in my body.
It hits you later. Like when you wake up on the floor under a puzzle later.
Note to self: the judgement that occurs when unrolling your last 5 which was used to snort drugs the night before, to pay for alcohol before noon on a Monday is worth just sucking it up and taking an overdraft fee.
Wait a min, you had drugs last night?!
We didn't want to make a pit stop so I just helped my husband pee in a bottle. No one told me this was part of love.
You need to be full form and virile tomorrow so I can live vicariously through your rub and tug.
multitasking: i'm now sitting up and smoking my joint.
Look at all the pictures I have of us sucking on jello syringes.
He literally named all the parts of the vagina as he fingered me. No more pre-med virgins.
You literally spelled every word wrong or with numbers except for "drunk", which you used all caps for.
I felt the need to accentuate it....
He didn't call me beautiful but he came in less than five minutes so same thing, right?
I was the only one in group sessions to bring up sex as a stress reliever. Some of those people were awfully judgy despite the fact we were all in a psych ward.
I don't know..He walked out of your room with a kraft single..and blood on his shirt...He really wanted cheese.
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