well my last 2 orgasms were over shoe sales at macy's. what does that tell you?
So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
The make-up sex just reminded me why we broke up in the first place.
He keeps trying to sell me the forks from his kitchen drawer
i'll prob lay in bed. its weird not having to track my wallet down, its become such a weekly habit. i suddenly have so much free time
I AM SAFE. EVERYTHING IS FOG. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
I'll be spending 4/20 on a cruise ship, so i need a babysitter to make sure I don't reenact Titanic
We were laying in the basement dry humping to the rhythm of the washing machine
I feel like I just need to fuck him after all his effort. like a "hey man good try" like those kids who get last place and still get a trophy.
I don't give a damn about what he wants to do with his life. Personalities are for pussies.
Yes, he did use his cock to direct traffic from my 3rd story window. That's why I love him
I was worried he'd break you after the hiatus your lady parts had to take from social interaction.
do you remember your solution to not spill your drinks last night? .. Shots, that way you wouldnt have time to spill them. i love your drunken logic haha
I think I'm emotionally ready to start being a slut again. I'm excited.
I JUST PETTED A FUCKING SQUIRREL. A SQUIRREL.
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