sunday morning discovery: something purple, smelly, and sticky my hair. any suggestions?
He keeps asking where i got my clothes and accessories. i'm not sure if he wants to fuck me, or go shopping.
Well, I'm eating cake, watching wedding videos of people I don't know, and crying. Clearly I'm a vision of mental health today
on a brighter note, the strip club found my atm card
I give you the lube, you make me the mac and cheese, that's a pretty fair deal I think.
Driving around Panama at 7 am looking for an open liquor store..
some crying dude holding an empty fifth of burnetts just showed up at our door and asked 'do i live here?'
Just so we're clear. I'm still making jello shots and bringing them to the bar in my purse. I don't care if its half off margaritas. Don't want anyone thirsty
Last night we looked at each other with an expression of "fuck I am so done being normal", took off our shirts, and danced around in our bras
He said it. He actually said "yes it's in".
also I woke up naked and covered in water but nobody can explain that part.
Me and the cabbie are stopping on the way at a sit down restaurant to eat. My life is so sad.
If I don't have the money by then, I'll pay you in sex.
It's going to be 23.5 times of sex and 19 blow jobs. I just googled it.
Awkward, walking to my bootycall's hotel room and run into my dad leaving his. Just nodded to each other and went on our ways
It was horribly awesome. Its like looking at the sun, you know its bad for you but I just couldn't stop looking.
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