"it" just moved
ok this is the part where i go up stairs and pass out incoherently untill 6 30 tommaorw morning and not rember any of this. love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
no jill really. Evrything around me is talking to me. The plant, my dog, the tv,the lamp. Its amazing.
I've developed breathing exercises to keep myself from puking..
I'll just dance on top of the ping pong table, and if it's stable enough for that, then it's stable enough for sex
I NEVER left your party last night of anyone asks.
Yeah, I didn't wake up handcuffed to my bed either.
Sex-sore abs and my workout pants have gravel stains on the knees. It's like the workout of shame.
The only thing he had going for him was mad fingering skills. the ONLY thing. crayons have a wider circumference.
We made out a little and then he gave me some weed. I would say it was a pretty productive stop on my way home
I'm like an air traffic controller of women. It's a very similar job. Well spaced and gentle landings are good. When they meet, it's bad. Explosions bad. Dying screaming burning children bad.
We don't have paper towels so I microwaved a spinach/egg sandwich thingy wrapped in toilet paper. Toilet paper. so that's how my day started.
So after I fell off 4 times we concluded I'm not allowed to ride him anymore.
I seriously need to grocery shop. I have a slice of cheese, and alcohol.
I had to give myself a suppository. That was the LEAST fun I've had inserting things in my ass.
he told me he had a gf and in the very next sentence asked if I wanted to have sex.
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