he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
No, I'm only going to drink half my paycheck. That's the responsible thing to do.
There is something depressing about eating toast in a dark living room by myself using a paper plate that says: "Let's Party!"
there is potential here for me to have a consistent access to someone's dick who isn't actually an asshole. i think i'm ready for a relationship.
Just drove past the dude that came in your sock
Dude you went around coming up behind people and whispering in their ears. I dont know what you said but they looked terrified when you left.
So I think my aunt and her one legged boyfriend are getting it on in the next room. Traumatized does not even begin to describe what I am right now
God I miss you. I want to fuck your face... Then do all the girly cuddly shit too.
I got to see a stripper that did magic last night. It was glorious.
Dude I'm so clean right now. Like I feel insulted that I can pass a piss test.
We grabbed as many adult diapers as we could and made a run for it.
I had a spiritual reading tonight and my dead grandmother called me a whore.
you just don't appreciate it because you've never been arrested
im pretty sure i tried to use axe body spray to cover up the strong urine smell coming from my jeans. im also pretty sure that it didnt work.
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