I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
No one wears that much makeup to work unless they are trying to fuck their boss, NO ONE
he asked me for a gerbil feeder full of alcohol
If I end up married to you I better get lots of orgasms to help me forget I failed at life.
uh, 3 redbulls and 400mg of caffeine pills and i still feel like life is in slowmotion..lets not take tranquilizers again.
After the Patriots lost I punched him in the face. But I still feel like that isn't a good reason to dump me.
What are you doing? Because if it happens to be drinking, or even any activity that rhymes with "drinking", I'll be over in 5.
Got a text that the fed tax return dropped into my account just before getting on the first leg of my flights the Vegas. Fate? Viva Las Vegas!
Had a crazy moment last night. Had to get up, run to bathroom, pop 3 Xanax, sit on bathroom floor and rock myself in fetal position. Not my best moment.
Its a cash in stratch tickets to afford cigarettes and coffee kind of friday
The last thing I remember about last night was guzzling white zinfandel out of the box and eating cheese. And I was thinking OH YOU FANCY HUHHH
He somehow always manages to get me naked within 5 minutes of being together. It's like fucking witchcraft.
Realizing life ain't all about burritos and strippers, it's a struggle out there, and it ain't looking pretty so far,..
I washed my sheets. I did out of respect for my previous and current sexual partners.
I've come to the conclusion that my issue is I'm not fucking a guy with a headboard
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