i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
i literally laid in bad for an hour last night thinking of what i'm going to name my cats when i become a cat lady.
i just watched my husband get a prostate exam. sex is ruined for me.
ugh. my soul tastes like vodka
she was talking at me constantly for like 20mins. i kept praying for a brain hernia but it kept not happening...
found a hand written recpiet for 'one doe fawn' on an open crate in my living room need help to find it
where the hell would u of bought a deer
Apparently she was filling Miller Lite bottles with water because I refused to be seen drinking water in a bar
All i want to do is drink fuck and cry... you dont have to cater all three its more like the saddest choose your own adventure ever
I may or may not have just hot boxed a backhoe on the construction site of a police station that's being rebuilt..
I didn't mind you coming over, just I'm quite sure most booty calls don't involve a scavenger hunt...
I'll be home soonish I need 4th of July sex, it's the American thing to do.
We set around a table in a hotel room and he spoon fed Molly to everyone there... I felt sketch for sec but then... Oh well.
Nobody cheats on THIS.
twas supposed to be night one of rebound break but it was night one of get sloppy drunk and dance half naked in an ice shack
Other than the whole stab wound in my leg thing, today was pretty good. The nurses all loved me and gave me a sandwich and juice.
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