He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
My mother just asked me if i ever swallow the goods...should i be concerned?
just found out this city drinks more beer during oktoberfest than rhode island does in a year.. i'm never leaving
We decided we needed a drinks fridge in our bathroom.
i now officially have to be stoned in order to look like my passport when i go to a different country
I find it worrying that she bit me in bed. Then proceeded to write her name in bite marks. All without ever losing the rhythm of our fucking.
I woke up sandwiched between them, all of us naked, and they were just sharing a cigarette, a donut, and the paper like it was just some normal post-threesome Sunday brunch.
doctors was a success... no liver damage and I lost five pounds.. we're celebrating tonight you get the whiskey I'll get the burritos.
But he has cupcakes AND I'm guaranteed an orgasm. .. I feel like I shouldn't even have to actually make a decision here.
I think I fell asleep on the dance floor at one point...but played it off cool and acted like I just did the robot.
I got so drunk last night I took a ice bath with my mother in law
How can I prove that I give 401k advice and not handjobs?
He started me on Celexa. I think I feel like Bjork. Is that normal?
Like... my feet feel like little octopuses, and they want to swim to the next room.
Bootycalls can't go limp that's like against the law
why yes, bad decisions will be made starting at 3PM Thurs through 8PM on Sun. You have been warned. Plan accordingly.
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