we sang "a whole new world" together. either he's my gay best friend or the love of my life.
I hate the awkward morning-after-I-took-your-virginity conversations.
the date was going great.. until he pulled down his pants and asked if there was any hair in between his cheeks.
i got iced as i was inside of her. i fucking hate my friends
I accidentally screamed the wrong name last night. He stopped for a second, said "fuck it, you're too hot to care," and then continued fucking me.
Stop. He threw up in front of Madison Square Garden security. Spit at the guys feet and grunted ughhh at him.
I want to know him. He looks like he makes really good breakfast burritos.
How bad does the situation have to be before its ok to attempt 'catastrophic event sex'?
I mean, I gave him a hand job on the Pearl Harbor tour bus; I don't know what the fuck else he wants out of this "relationship"
I will read books by day and do guys by night. A mental and physical enlightenment, if you will.
went back to my college bar last night. Bar tender doesn't remember my name but remembers me as margarita girl...I'm not even mad though
she just kept pointing at the cows and calling them field penguins
His dick is curly. It's adorable.
I deserve a medal for being woke up at 6am on my day off by your mother asking where your brother is
I either have food poisoning or I'm pregnant. Either way, I NEED JESUS!
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