please tell me I'm in your upstairs bedroom. Just google mapped myself and I have no idea where I am.
Now it won't go down.
You've got a gift.
I just woke up in the back of his van. Bring me a sunkist.
I may have been to starbucks and 2 classes with balls still written on my face...
This got awkward about two "Oh yeah"s ago.
The higher i get, the less gay he looks, and the more i want to make out with him. This is dangerous.
Got home. Hugged Mom. The look on her face indicated she noticed nipple rings.
Duuuuuuuuuuck. and by that i mean fruuuuuuuuck. and by that i mean fuuuck
My Canadian brought me three bottles of maple syrup, a sunflower, and a pair of Oakleys back to the states...he's either drunk or he loves me
I told him I tried to eat a stranger's sandwich while I was drunk. Mildly disappointed but he realizes he has me for a kid.
So "I hate myself Mondays" has extended to Tuesday this week. I just had peanut butter and a glass of wine for lunch.
I wanna say I regret bonging a beer while having sex with Mike, but it helped me get thru it.
I'll just tell you, some how when we were having sex on Friday my collarbone got fractured.
If wanting to text you my feelings after three mojitos is wrong I don't wanna be right.
It's to the point where if a guy can so much as find my clit, I'll consider him amazing in bed
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