I am at the point in my high where i now know/understand chinese.
Assholes at mcdonalds drive through wouldn't serve us last night even though we said we were on small motorcycles that were to small for them to see and weren't heavy enough for the sensors. We made noises and everything.
He uses pillows to masturbate.
It's impossible to flirt with the bank tellers because they see how broke I am.
He soundtracked our prebreakup sex, our breakup, and out postbreakup sex. At least he's dedicated.
You know there's only so much I can do with a great personality.
I have blocked the memory from my mind. He is just a fuzzy cloud floating with my other bad decisions..
im trying to stop thinking of him and his amazing dick. every time i do i snap myself with a rubber band. classical conditioning at its finest...and you said i wouldnt learn anything from psychology.
Ladystoner tip: if eyes are bloodshot, lime green eyeliner makes them appear less red. its basic artt.
Living room floor. I asked him to give me a back rub. He did. And smoothly transitioned that to foreplay, then basically threw me on the floor. My vagina hurts. He deserves another Christmas present.
Well he walked in last night, yelled at me for not playing any music and started dancing.
We had sex in the church bell tower and somehow it still feels right.
Stop confusing me with every girl you know that doesn't like sex.
Once you find out someone has a small dick, you never look at them the same again.
I don't think getting eaten out in a smart car behind a circle-k on my break by a guy I just met classifies as social distancing, but I'm beginning to love night shift more and more.
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