Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
So how was he last night?
Five-minute foot-long.
Im broke. I spend all my money on weed cigarettes alcohol and food. In that order. I cant even cut one of those because you know it'd be food. I already stopped getting my nails done just so i could support my bad habits.
I miss having pregnancy scares ....at least i knew i was having a good time
Whatever, you were 10 deep and there was a hot tub. No judgment.
Got to see someone fall down the stairs while holding hot coffee and a folder full of papers. Best Monday ever.
I'll see your cousin, and raise you a sister.
Is it hot in here? Is the room moving? Its moving. The room is moving. Its spinning like a top. Have you ever been covered in puke? What are you doing?
Life just isn't the same without him waking me up at 4 in the afternoon with a look of pity on his face...
Expect nothing less than me teaching them how to do shots and put condoms on
This is actually a pretty big deal for him. I mean, he contacted a stranger out of concern for someone else instead of for sex.
That does show growth.
The word cocktail makes me want to rip my liver out and nail it to a cross.
Does this mean I don't have to apologize for launching about 20 bead necklaces at you from the balcony?
I'm sure you're still partially crippled from thar blow job on Saturday, so I understand it's probably difficult to text.
You fucked him, didn’t you?
He showed up at my house with tacos, rum and a negative Covid test. Of course I fucked him. I’m just a simple girl that likes tacos, not Margaret Thatcher!
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