im surounded by vag. Like smog aound LA, i am suffocating in an atmosphere of pussy
and before you know it i was laying next to him at 2 in the morning with penis and sadness on my breath.
i don't know how to normally transition into sexual activities without being drunk...
that coffee was exactly what I needed. Also whose awesome hat is on the couch with ear flaps? I wanna put my head in it
So Ryan had to wash the dishes. His solution: take a shower with them. I'm never eating at his house again.
Why have they been driving around the block for the past 30 min?
He told her it was international road head day.
you never texted me what you wanted from the store so I got a piece of chicken and bottle of tequila. if you want anything else you are on your own.
Guys with integrity exist just to rain on my slut parade.
Note to self: last nights makeup does NOT, under ANY circumstances, look good today.
I vaguely remember making out with his tattoo (?) and giving him an awesome massage and then I passed out on his floor. Shrug
I've fallen from my one moral pedestal
I feel like I'm eight miles away and my brain is just now getting here. You got a lot of fucking catching up to do.
I'm making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.
My idiot ex texted me on Valentine's day to tell me I was right, he did need a therapist.
He also sent me nipple clamps because romance is NOT dead
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