I just found glass in my funny face pancakes, there's nothing funny about that.
Sober January is a disaster.
is it sad that i can describe this night as "the night that i was sober" and we all know which night it was. like literally one night of sobriety.
This titty bar has wifi. I just did FaceTime stage side
My last google search of the night was "Things that cost $102.50"
All I know is I want him to tie me up at least twice a week and I have an overwhelming urge to cook for him. Could this be love? I'm so confused....
i ended up eating cold sauceless spaghetti out of the container in the fridge with my hands.
I was wondering why he was in my phone as "Cat Guy", he seemed pretty normal. Then when we woke up he was wearing a shirt with a picture of his cat on it. The name stays.
The amount of drugs I did this weekend make me concerned about my health but at the same time fascinated to see if I could do more
He's like all my past boyfriends wrapped up into one fuck up. It's enjoyable to watch.
If you can't have hot, loud sex in a dorm for the last time ever, what can you do in this world?
I'll like his pictures on Instagram every once and a while so that when he sees my name he is reminded of the best blow job he's ever gotten.
Like I don't care that he's a drug dealer, but I have a problem with his inefficient and ineffective business model.
I had to say goodbye to one of my fuck buddies last night. He's voting for Trump, we shouldn't be doing it anyways.
i can eat my weight in tater tots. don't test me, bitch
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