So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
this morning i woke up with my panties on and i knew where i was. success.
I'm totally counting that party when he kept putting his hands down my pants as a date.
he sent me a winky sad face. i cannot deal this level of pathetically needy flirtatiousness.
all I know is he gave me a Cialis and tried to take me home.
I told her I had the flu when in reality I did way too many drugs last night, haven't slept and don't want to sit through a 3 hour buisness meeting trying to figure out which voices are real and which are in my head
Not sure if you carved a butthole or vagina in that pumpkin but that didn't stop high Phil from mounting. My study group is horrified.
In other news, shitting yourself is not an acceptable way to start a Thursday.
told our landlord the hole in the wall was from your head during drunk sex..
how did he take it?
not as well as i would have thought
Wait also totally unrelated but can horses sit down?
I just tried to picture one and I don't think they can cause I can't envision it
you were feeling the wall and when we asked you why, you just said "because I want to know who lived here before"
It's like my uterus needs a hug... and anti depressants
I texted him in the morning wishing him a day as spectacular as his dick was.
I've amended my previous statement: I'm not allowed to put in my two weeks till I ask out the waitress. Now I have motivation on two levels
Visiting my great uncle went well. The highlight of the evening was when he said, "Oh my god. I'm 79 and I'm teaching 18 year old kids how to roll a joint."
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