Lets start the night off early. Those Coronas arent going to throw themselves up.
I don't think I'm emotionally ready for this blow job.
Just had to pull out another loan to pay for that public drunkenness citation. I am so ready to graduate.
She alternated between blowing me and feeding me bites of the sandwich she made for me.
I'd like to be considered more than just his fuck buddy thanks. IVE BEEN RISKING PREGNANCY FOR SEVEN GODDAMN MONTHS I DESERVE THE TITLE OF GIRLFRIEND
Take off that red sweater and wear my vagina as a facemask.
I wonder if her husband knows I have my own drawer at the apartment
All I know is that I woke up with my pajamas on inside out in front of a bowl of watered down kd. Sitting up. I didn't even make it to bed.
GOOD NEWS I CAN BRING THE VODKA IN MY LUGGAGE
so when he he finally wandered back into the room it was with a pound of cream cheese which he ate in 5 minutes flat and then passed out
Now we're discussing the sex we had and the later lack thereof. It's like marriage counseling via snapchat.
Are there rules against fucking your ex's dealer?
I AM A SEXUAL NIGHTMARE
I feel like my foot is being amputated. Or maybe it's the vodka. I couldn't tell you.
The people at Perkins seem so judgemental. Big deal if i'm handcuffed to stripper in a star-n-stripes bikini. We still gotta eat.
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