You work out of a Hotel?
he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
There are the 2 BIGGEST tools by me-- at our table. I hate them. But they're not ugly and I may make out with them later. And hate myself. Definitely hate myself.
And surprisingly enough iPhone does not have an app for Russian mail order brides.
he was fingering me, then looked down and said "i like your socks"
i just figured out how to balance my wine bottle on my boobs so that i don't have to tip it with my hands...breathing has new meaning
I really thought you were going to tell me you were pregnant on facebook chat. FACEBOOK CHAT. I almost cried.
"guaranteed dick" "anywhere - her room, my room, trees, couch"
Sorry that was quotes about you from the grad student.
i just looked in the mirror i look like i'm about to film a PSA about prostitution
Oh, and i love you too. Im just a selfish dick who had to talk about myself first
Sex-sore abs and my workout pants have gravel stains on the knees. It's like the workout of shame.
I told you he wasn't attractive.
Do you think I cared? I was wiping myself with a scarf..
Babe, Have you see my pants?
Try Jay street in Brooklyn.. that's where I last remember seeing them.
We put you in the box and you started to cry, that's how high you were.
I am listening to Jack Johnson and wearing the sweater your Mother made me fuck mother nature I am in my happy place right now
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