So my shaver died while I was trimming...ya know. And now it is half way done. I don't think there's currently any aesthetic in keeping it this way...
he was like the dessert in the all you can eat man buffet that has become my life.
We sat on the porch laughing about hilarious the sunrise was. And that we can do drugs again in the morning, thank god
There needs to be a crayon color for how blue my balls are
It took all the strength I had tto sit at my desk and not tear off my business attire and run screaming from adulthood and flourescent lights.
She told me about it right after. She said she was scared I would be disappointed. And I was, but I pretended not to be. Which pretty much sums up our relationship.
I am on top of a rooftop peeing on your freedom
Doesn't matter how many times we tell him the kid's a freshman, he keeps repeating "cupcake boy shall be mine" and honestly you need to intervene
I remember caressing his hands asking him if he moisturized, then i proceeded to put his hands on my face
New Serial podcast is out. We can listen to it tonight instead of having sex.
IN OTHER NEWS did you guys see Orlando Bloom's penis today? I did
I think I may be going on too many job interviews. I've started to bring up Shonda Rhimes in my interview answers.
Well he waved at me as he was leaving so he def noticed the staring, and by staring i mean blatant eye fucking from across the bar..
I was trying to sext but got a notification that my dad and professor both commented on my Facebook photo. Bad timing.
I felt like a slutty ass cruella devil driving your old car, And I got in a fight with your wipers
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