He introduced her to the DMA meeting by saying: in the past few years i've never seen someone work so hard for so little success
I climb out of my sunroof. I mean its kind of embarrassing but part of me feels awesome and ninja like.
i need a wealthy benefactor or a cocktail job. or to start stripping. or kill myself. whatever.
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
its the kind of pain that only someone with a fucking elephant on their head would understand. I'm never drinking again.
I got written up at work for smelling like sex and vodka. Still not sure how they put that into professional terms.
Trying to convince myself that everyone keeps staring at me because I'm pretty and not because of my hickies.
Not sure if you're still doing the whole "sleeping with only one person" thing but if you're not we should sleep together when I get back in town tonight.
I am a 5'4" ball of sexual frustration and vodka. It is that kind of night.
no, you don't understand how much people deal here. All I had to say was "hey lets buy a bag" and he pulled over instantly, then the randoms in the car behind us pulled over and sold us a bag.
I'm eating lunchables with a glass of wine while I FaceTime the guy I lost my virginity to.
if he ever tells me he loves me when we are sober, i am a goner. just fyi.
We left him in some bushes a few blocks down toward campus. Did he find his way home?
And our sex soundtracks thus far have been metal and Star Wars
Let the record show that I hate your ass.
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