i've lived in the woods for so long, as long as its post-op, i don't care.
using my metrocard to split lines. it says optimism on the back. i am optimistic that you will appear at my door and help me finish all these drugs.
i told her that i loved her pillow breasts and then she asked me if i wanted to motor boat them. so yea, i do need the room tonite.
she kept checking the clock when she was giving me head and at midnight she said she had to stop because she cant eat meat on fridays is that bitch serious
i can't decided whether the fact that her nipples are bigger then her palms is a problem or not
I have to have sex with him again. I feel like I need to train him so no other girl experiences that bad of sex.
She started howling at the moon. That was pretty much the deal breaker.
Drunk puking in my bathtub has plugged it up for the third time this year. I hate these calls to my landlord.
For once I want to have sex without having to google the after effects of it.
Hey, is this going to be a real date, or am I just meeting you at a hotel to have sex in the bathroom? Given our history, I think it's a fair question.
Plan: drunk dancing. Reality: drunk almost getting in fights with people that could beat me into the ground.
She has the perfect pussy. Looks like a paper cut with a puff of cotton candy on top.
I need Mexican food. Like, I'd take it through a needle at this point. It's totally worth the track marks.
I told my therapist about the other night and he actually whistled and said "wow that is not good."
Just once, can I please come back to a room that doesn't smell like beer and cum?
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