arkansas has a gas station called kum and go....story of my life
and I didnt even know his name until this morning when we were laying in bed and he referred to himself in the 3rd person.
I truly don't know anything about sober relationships. Normally I would just drunkenly yell "sex?" in a guy's face. What do I do now? Be like, sooo uhhh, wanna do it? Awkward, and even worse, I will remember clearly just how awkward it was.
it's like a replay of two fridays ago...except not in a motel and i'm not having sex in the shower.
I am currently exfoliating my skin with the toilet. We've never been so close.
He likes bondage and spanking and shit.
Oh, so "normal" kinky not "I wanna pee on people" kinky. I can handle that.
I gasped. Both pairs of lips did.
A talk about Arizona woman's rights politics has never turned to sex so quickly before.
We had hangover sex and then I called a taxi home. Told him I didn't want his number because, if it was meant to be, we would fuck again. He called me the queen of one night stands.
Been in bed for 16 hours. Haven't eaten in 18 hours. Haven't pissed in almost 20 hours. Fuck you Stacey and your former reign as laziest bitch. I got the title now.
look in the field by the highway and see if there is a high heel there. Or some Taco Bell bags.
eating on the run again ?
Ummm so I'm at the hospital and just heard some guy get tazed......twice.
I got my eyebrow ring humped out. How is that even possible?
That last one reminds me of the time we smoked that foot-long joint and by the time we'd finished we were so stoned we applauded it.
Apparently I told him the people made me order taco bell I didn't even want it. And then proceeded to turn off all the lights and sit at the kitchen table in the dark and told him not to look at me.
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