It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
I hope I'm pregnant just to spite you.
It's Friday. Sex?
i dont know why he would complain when i touch him there.
So I put about 15 worms in the cuervo bottle. I don't think that's how it works but I feel like hallucinating by 11am
you made them have somersault races with you thru the lobby..
Like hey, "you just spent $135k to go to a nobody law school to drive a mini van, be a dj, live in a smalllll ass apartment that smells like cats and your girlfriend fucks other guys."
Made myself shower before I'd masturbate. I probably should have wined and dined myself too, but that's pushing it too far.
Tomorrow, you will get a text, and it will bE spelled right, that's me yo, certify ya soon
Except if I'm having sex. In which case you're in the bed with us or out of the room. No halfsie participation.
when I went into his room, he was sleeping on his stomach, almost as if to silently say, "you're not touching my dick tonight".
I think I just danced on the bar. With a man named Alabama.
Thank you for turning 21. I'm going to love reading your texts.
I'm sun burnt so instead of getting drunk and trying to sleep with you, how about we get naked and you scratch my body and rub lotion on me while I rub one out?
I know he's only a bandaid for my emotional disrepair, but he can stick me anytime!!
Turns out my mom didn't really want to know I was in a new dimension last night from smoking so much.
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