your room smells of hookers.
And success
i just licked mashed potatoes off my blackberry. i'm not even ashamed to admit that to you.
we do all of our sexting over chat on words with friends, so my boyfriend doesn't know about it when he looks at my texts.
I'm partying with my neighbors right now, and by "with my neighbors" I mean they are partying in their backyard and I'm partying in mine, and by "partying" I mean I'm sitting here alone drinking tequila.
Im going to need an iv of taco bell after this.
So not only did you shoot down my invitation and prob walked past my house but now ur excluding me from a wet t shirt contest which btw i totally would have won
Europe's "the final countdown" was playing. It was pretty much amnesty for anything that might happen the rest of the night. It's a rule.
Biggg time. I found 2 empty packages of extenze in my car this am.... not sure what that was all about
You called me your momma bear, and then demanded more vodka
dude, im taking a shit and i just realized it's his MOM in the shower not him...oh fuck
I'm spending tomorrow doing taxes and making jello shots. Is this adulthood?
He doesn't have an existential crisis after we have really violent sex now which is nice
I think putting on real pants was half my issue with today
He fucked my brains out then fed me cheese and peanut butter. I might be in love.
We could probably bang our way to enlightenment. However acid helps.
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