I'm having post traumatic stress flashbacks of last night. That big. Don't know whether to call him again or change my name...
I just want him to slap me with his dick and call it love
He makes this seasoned whore feel like a novice. I've met the one.
i think i swapped my keys for drugs last night
Things were easy when he was just a penis. Now he's a penis with feelings.
well, I yelled "the tribe has spoken!" at a boatload of people and then I walked home alone in the pouring rain at 1:30am. karma really is a bitch, yo.
Good news, my sex bruises are fading. Bad news, my boobs look like I have a skin disease because of it.
I have a tab of a google image search of onion rings open and it is making me so happy.
Rome wasn't built in a day - my bedroom skills weren't obtained in some boring monogamous relationship. Same thing. Right?
You ever just SEE a guy and know he's good at choking someone out?
It's 3 am.
She sent me a video of herself sitting in the car stone faced listening to the Titanic song on silence. She won't answer my texts.
Took an adderall for the first time in a few weeks. Spent 45 minutes peeling an orange TO PERFECTION.
Stop talking and go back to bed. You're in the kitchen in your underwear and slept in your car.
in the future we should consider sippy cups so we can drink and passout accordingly
Seriously considering taking a nap at lunchtime in my car. That. Hung. Over.
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