we need to stop having unprotected sex.
ya i know. we're like the secret life of the american whores.
Vaginas are confusing as hell with all their secret compartments and shit.
I'll get my vaginal cartography poster.
I don't want the last thing I hear while alive to be Jesse's Girl
I'll probably just lay on my couch bra-less sipping wine out of a straw so I don't have to lift my head.
He's yummy.
HE'S GAY. AND 40.
Irrelevant.
I woke up to the sound of gentle rain, only to realize I was laying under a urine trough in the men's restroom. Fuck you, bourbon. Fuck you.
I woke up on top of his counter next to a pot of boiling water and an empty package of ramen... what happened to the ramen, we will never know.
In the store looking for it now. They put the theatre/script section right next to the gay erotica section. Rude. Practical, but rude.
It's 2:10 am I am sprawled on the floor of the kitchen drunk and eating cold chicken wings come help
My purse is like an anchor I can't move I am sliding around like an over turned turtle send help
This floor is really dirty send a maid if you can
Not a or good or bad impression, just that you were all basically naked playing beer bong in sombreros and ties. Casual.
Let's be honest, I'm cooking chicken nuggets in my Helm jersey and underwear who has their life more together than me?
That isn't the worst part. It got a bazillion times more awkward when he read me a poem he wrote about his dead cat.
Thanks again for the coffee and orgasms
Looks like a sea otter shaved my vagina. Keep an eye out for me this weekend, no one can see this.
Its just akward. Everytime he tells me he loves me, I have to respond with, I love having sex with you. and he just stares at me in amazement
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