I’m once again drinking at eight am on a Sunday in my tutu. This garment is literally my best purchase ever.
I had a talk with my mom about respecting myself and not acting like a whore so she will rip my nose ring out if she somehow sees that picture
I hope God doesn't listen to everybody on a Saturday night.
that's right. bitches got laser pointers. let's fuck shit up
Ive been high since the plane left the ground in Los Angeles and Ive been in Chicago. Right now, Im on a train headed towards downtown to go to an anime convention. At this point, I am just taking life as it comes, furries and all.
Anyway, it's clearly a shapeshifting vagina/AT-AT, which I never said I was SEXUALLY attracted to. Just that I liked it.
My Sundays are fucking awful. Can't get a blow job.....can't get a win.
Now I don't feel like I'm sweating cheeseburger all the time.
I was so hungover at work I had my shirt on backwards. I had no idea how I managed to get through today puke free.
After we finished having sex, he drunkenly tried to hugh five me, farted, then accused me of stealing his socks.
I just spent so much time grooming my landing strip and like, sex isn't even on the agenda tonight.
Dude mama brought home the bacon, i got his HBO account i guess that makes up for his by par skills in bed.
MAGGIE IS ON MY COUCH PETTING AN HONEST TO CHRIST ARMADILLO AND SOBBING INTO HOT CHOCHOLATE. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER.
Oh, and Harry Potter. We could be fuck-and-Harry-Potter buddies.
last night is slowly putting itself back together. Its one giant slutty puzzle, all the pieces are covered in tequila and shame.
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