Im listening to a jazz version of dick in a box.
Learned a lot. Like boys with frosted tips still exist. And that they're sensitive to constructive criticism.
Yeah he kicked my ass... He probably wouldnt have hit me as hard though if I wasnt lauging and yelling " I fucked your sister I fucked your sister" over and over again.
Oh my god, I hid a wine bottle in my boot.
I fake pass out to avoid hookups sometimes. Last night I fake slept on my bathroom floor for like 2 hours before the guy left.
I'm pregnant.
The fact that this number is not in my contacts is giving me hope it's a wrong number???
I'm not having the "why are your fucking my daughter" talk and the "your a drug addict" talk with your mom tonight.
Walked in the bathroom at work and my boss was taking a shit with the stall wide open and responded "oh yeah, I forgot you never have been to prison "
I need to quit being a slut. It's to the point that I got my period today and automatically I Believe I Can Fly popped into my head.
Banged my ex-wife last night...so I belong to that club now.
I need a guy who can see in me what the lesbian community sees in me
Walking actually physically hurts. We should do it again some time.
I just told 2 of my vibrators "I love you." I seriously need some dick.
i'm in a very strange mood rn i'm listening to bruno mars??? am i ok????
Please tell me why we have been neighbors since elementary school and waited until the night before I moved to fuck.
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