I called Tyra Banks a whore to her face. A sure sign I should go home. Instead I went to the gay bar.
my periods are so regular now that they are sync-ed with my subscriptions of vogue.
Just so you know, the bottle of red gatorade is NOT GATORADE. It is definitely someone's puke. I hope nobody else makes the same mistake I did.
Does boxed wine and camel crushes signify a college date? Lets hope so
I'm drinking Dom Perignon from the bottle with a straw just to piss of some french dude.
We talked about all of the sex positions that would better allow him to feed me grapes. I think I'm in love.
Wow thanks 4 throwing jello at me an yelling who invited that guy to all the guys at the bar
Worst ten minutes of my life, it's was like trying to put a marshmallow in a piggy bank....
Bring beers. The password is "I brought beers" but you can't come in if you're a liar
The most humiliating part was that I farted while he was tasing me.
I am very happy to share that the hospital says the testicle pain is normal and that they are going to take care of it.
I have the overwhelming need to take care of him. Both with my vagina and like emotionally.
My idiot ex texted me on Valentine's day to tell me I was right, he did need a therapist.
You would think by the size of the lump on my ass that I would have remembered falling down a flight of stairs.
I'm sure as hell not getting hoodwinked into going back to rehab again
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