This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
Some broad at the bar just asked me how much money I make. I don't know whats worse, the question or the answer.
Bad news is im a slut again. Good news is its with people ive been a slut with before.
Sometimes I wish I could peel his face off and use it to take all the money out of his account.
Just threw up in a trash can by the ATM. Then pulled out money for weed.
The good news is the bleeding stopped. I think I'm going to sober up before I tell you the bad news though.
Dear, was it your thong we found wrapped around my hairbrush next to Rachel's bed? Please explain.
Debating whether the Plan B I had this morning would go under breakfast or lunch in my food log.
Sounds good. Look at us. Planning sex like proper adults.
I couldn't fall back asleep it was too bright so I just took my sports bra off and put it over my eyes
Omg one of the midgets from last night just added me to Facebook.
I do not mind being torn from the first touches of sleep to see a man who looks like that
I brought those bastards cookies so they can deal with my sex noise, fuck them and their roommate asses
All I ever wanted was my bed, Tylenol, and total darkness. Instead I had a pervert with porno posters who blares german rock calling me tootsie pop. How was your saturday night?
I told him I hooked up with his best friend. And then he ate me out. I'm just THAT GOOD.
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