We found an eightball on the ground last night. I mean, really, who does that?
but i am gonna have to have sex w/ him again to get my earrings back
vicodin is the reason why I believe in magic
I just smoked a bowl in the dining room and am now drinking a glass of chocolate milk. i can't believe i'm getting paid for this.
I imagine my 13 hours of sleep after my 3 day upper bender was similar to Jesus rising from the dead.
So add panera bread to the places i love to eat that i am potentially banned from.
I'm getting very mixed reviews. One friend told me to stop drinking bc the last 3 times he's heard from me I've either peed my pants, been throwing up, or people have been having sex beside me.
Strangely enough I'm encouraging you to keep drinking for all the same reasons.
Fuck it dude, we gotta bounce before she starts talking about her steve irwin conspiracy
I think I slept in the cheesecake last night. Either that or I had a wet dream. Whatever happened I need to wash my pants.
I think this is the rare instance where the babysitter should get sex as payment from the person being babysat plus you'll get birthday sex. It's a win-win.
Oh, and apparently I was butt ass naked and walked into the room where anna was skyping her dude in afghanistan and said "This is happening."
Are you setting a date to bone me?
Are you accepting?
his butt looks cute in my panties so i decided he has to wear panties all the time from now on.
Him showing up yesterday was like a giant ego stroke for my vagina.
Had to clear my browser history. I figured if she used the search bar and her name came up, it might be a little creepy.
Randomize
