Also, I'm sitting at a crosswalk watching two Mexican gangs fight each other. I miss you too. A lot.
i have absolutely no control over my now miserable and whore-ish lifestyle.
just mention it in a side comment sometime today... like oh by the way i have a daughter but um yeah my day was good
want the rest of his teeth to fall out while he slowly dies alone. Pretty sure I'm to the anger phase.
How am I suppose to fully love you when you cant even open up and try to fulfill my midget fantasy
Even the bar was yelling boobs, so of course the shirt came off
I woke up with hair in my teeth and half his beard was missing.
Most people would probably take his lack of responses as a queue to stop. But nope, not me. I just keep going. And that's why I don't have a bf, just a little weinered friend
The fact that you think I have a life is so flattering to me.
DON'T YOU TELL ME I HAVE HERPES ON MY BIRTHDAY. THAT IS MOST DEFINITELY NOT A HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
I love the fact that my Mom has been present at 90% of my drug deals.
The dysfunction is strong in this one.
I wish I could open myself up and check on my liver. Make sure it's hanging on. Ya know?
the weird part wasn't waking up in someone else's underwear, it was how the cat was staring at me like he knew more about last night then i remembered.
I need advice on ways to politely say “fuck you on your way to hell”.
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