and we just had intercourse last night so i'm exhausted, fucked up on adderol, emotionally broken and just pissed
with her its the mind over matter factor, i dont mind and she dont matter
it feels like theres a golf ball between my legs. the sex was totally worth it tho.
And then he said "good night girls" and kissed each one before I put my shirt back on
we were having sex and the sweat made her make up run... seriously laid there and watched her face just melt into ugly.
He honestly told me my belt was "supercute" when we started hooking up. I would be the girl to find the only straight man in the world that uses the word "supercute".
Im debating on how to word my craigslist post so i dont get arrested...
Debating whether the Plan B I had this morning would go under breakfast or lunch in my food log.
I'm at the local community college pretending to be a substitute for a computer applications class
I'm smoking pot with a man in a pink suit, size 15 wide shoes who bought his bowl from a place called Chinese Bling Bling while I'm dressed as a unicorn drinking pumpkin beer
As if I didn't already know that I was in the friend zone, our conversation that included the words "kiddo" and "old friend" really was a knee biter.
I can't tell if this is a hangover or just a perfect combination of shame and regret
I'm not well. Although it could be worse.
My cousin is so hungover she quit her job.
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
I just need to find someone whose kink is financial submission.
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