I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I'm going to come in a little later this morning....there's no heterosexual way to say this....$1 flip flop sale at old navy
Just to give you a heads up, I am going home with your ex-boyfriend.... You can't be mad because he was my ex-boyfriend first
not my fault hes the one that tried to cuddle after. said he wanted to spoon away the shame.
I'm in charge of his party but you're a paramedic, we're both needed.
He's nice but I'm a one bouncer kind of girl
Its not like i paid for sex. She was stuck there, we simply exchanged rides.
Honestly I think at this point I purposefully schedule nothing on Sundays anymore so I can spend all day wallowing in my shame.
Huh interesting. Well thats too bad. Did he catch on?
I doubt it. After sex he sat there naked until the episode of fresh prince (which had JUST started) was over.
I'd cum for enchiladas.
I'm convinced he's the patron saint of oral sex
My sister just poured me a dbl Ciroc on the rocks and said "the ice makes it festive." Honestly what a role model.
It's Friday you fucking nerd of course I'm drunk.
I still dont see how i drunkenly impressed your mom
breakfast this morning: omelette, Valium and baileys hot chocolate
Now that sounds like the breakfast of champions
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