I just hatefucked a Bush administration appointee. Now having celebratory mimosas.
its not stalking. its research.
I don't remember. Are we still dating?
I love having hate sex.
Security brought me back to our hotel room in a wheelchair last night. Vegas.
And if you ever tell anyone that I will fucking kill you.
todays sighting is titled: Bum taking pictures with an invisible camera.
I was a battlefield of empty bottles and bodies. We though we won, but the booze had the last laugh.
I enjoy it and I rock at it. I wish there were a respectable way to make giving blow jobs a career.
And now I'm drinking leftover wine in the grad lounge because fuck my life
Up until today, I never would have thought I'd have to tell someone not to color on the cat
Well, we 69'd in the Jacuzzi. If that tells you the kind of night I had. Neither of us knew we could hold our breath that long. Deff. Most. Dangerous. Sex. Ever.
It's a sad night when one of your friend texts you that she's going on a date with someone you know and then invites you to maybe have a drink after
He lives in a tent in my ex'd backyard. Why the fuck would you want any of that dirty dick?
Matt is trying to convince me that we have a deal where if I show him my tits he won't do cocaine. Apparently we shook hands on it?
The whole country is going to hell in a handbasket but I got a grade A fucking and don't particularly care.
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