He is either going to be in my pants or get a restraining order against me.
I owe all of my success to double stuf oreos and weed.
i have one hour to talk myself into enjoying giving him a blow job when i get home
it's like a replay of two fridays ago...except not in a motel and i'm not having sex in the shower.
I walked into my room to see them crying, watching hey arnold, and passing a franzia box back and forth...
Well you just missed the ten chi o pledges singing la bamba at our doorstep.
Standing in my kitchen eating choc chip cookie batter from the bowl. As sad as it is, I kinda like the places bad breakups take me.
I have decided that today will be all about indulgence and hedonism.
I told him finishing at the same time would be a long-term project. Like flipping a house. A sexual house.
you walked in, put on rap music and started chugging vodka
I was going to do a cardio thing but then tacos.
I wanna say I regret bonging a beer while having sex with Mike, but it helped me get thru it.
He took a shot of vodka and AND ATE ME OUT AS A CHASER. YESSS. I AM IN LOVE.
we are currently pregaming for our walk to the liquor store.
step one: admitting you have a problem. complete.
Idk what's worse.... Yesterday not waking up in my bed or today waking up in the hello kitty gown.
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