i hate having sex with him only a few drinks in. i like it better when i cant remember the gory details.
Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
so he shaved. down there. and before he took his pants off i thought it was hot but then all i could think about were the naked mole rats from 7 grade science class.
soo apparently i was out of money so i stayed in the bathroom for an hour-ish passing out paper towels for money..needless to say i got kicked out
out of nowhere you said let us see your boobs, then proceeded to pull my shirt down.
i gets down
i study at coffee shops because all these damn artsy people motivate me to work towards a real job.
totally watching dr. phil and getting eaten out right now. be jealous.
Everything smells like syrup. But I guess that's better than last time when everything smelled like beer.
we should become lesbians. not together. just in general.
he said 'i love fucking you, ashley'. it was the most romantic thing he's said during sex because he actually used my name.
I just wanna go home eat some pizza rolls, get warm and jerk off, and it's only 845. This shit was supposed to make me see unicorns. Not cry
And I would just like to take the time to say my boobs look great today.
Well in other news, my nipples are healing pretty well but next time I get drunk and decide to pierce something please for the love of god stop me!
Random boy motorboated me, handed me a business card congratulating me on my motorboat, winked and walked out with some other girl
Find him and marry him.
sober me needs to have more faith in drunk me.
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