I still havent given him the valentines day card i got him. I feel like just writting...."sorry for the horrible blow job i gave u last night." and just giving it to him.
he drunkenly pissed himself on the deck, in the bathroom, and on my couch within the span of an hour
its like an avodart commercial...maybe he has a growing problem
grown man stumbling drunk down green street wearing nothing but a hot dog costume and crying. its not even noon yet.
I wish I had a "puke in your car" emoticon
All I remember is intermittent flashes of being passed out on the side of the road 3 or 4 different times. And telling him to just leave me there and I would walk home in the morning.
I'm eating my emotions. I am no longer interested in anybody other than my own hand and vagina.
...I can smell the alcohol on your breath through that text
Do you think Brian would let me smoke while we fuck? I'm not sure ill survive exams without a constant nicotine intake
You know I think I am ok with him not moving in yet. He came over, fixed my closet, ate me out, and left. I'm now in sweats drinking coke and rum and watching new girl. This works for me.
The tequila monkeys have a drum solo in my skull right now. I can't imagine Emily feels better.
SPICY FOODS AND BLOWJOBS DON'T MIX.
YOU SAID YOU'D TRY ANYTHING ONCE YOU LIAR
My sinuses still burn from snorting red wine last night.
i read his ps3 instant messaging thing... he's meeting a guy to have sex. i think your boyfriend's gay
What can I say, I just want your vagina in my mouth.
Was it a bad idea to have spent all of my tax return on coke?
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