I think my emotional moodswings have reached a new low. I cried for the entire duration of changing my tampon.
i said i was sorry for his girlfriend's cancer diagnosis and he said "easy come, easy go" and tried to fuck me
you told the bartender not to open the bottle because you were gonna put it in your purse in case you get cut off later
That weatherman I hooked up with is on TV again
you have no chance. her best friend is a human abstinence poster.
I need a leash, or some shame. Maybe.
theres a new barista at starbuck holy fuck she's hot
i want to face-plant into her vagina
So ive narrowed my options down to getting food or masturbating. Don't judge me
I think i should wear mittens next time we have sex.
guys with girlfriends don't have a leg to stand on when they get mad at you for fucking other guys
You just gave me the title for the series of our lives. Haha. Chapter 12: the cocaine on the back of the hairbrush
I was the only one in group sessions to bring up sex as a stress reliever. Some of those people were awfully judgy despite the fact we were all in a psych ward.
I am pants-free in the living room. This is liberating.
He has a bear rug in his room. I'm going to ask if we can have sex on it. Wilderness sex.
No idea who's grandma but people were just running around naked
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