4:25 am: I want you here. Ugh.
your cum blends into my yellow sheets :/
apparently i saved myself a memo last night titled "cake" and all it says is "i love it so much"
Yeah well my vagina has expectations too but they don't get met all the time.
It's what America was founded on: former hookups referring you for a job four years later.
Bad news? she threw her drink in his face, left her phone at the club, and disappeared. I found her laying in bed with the bottle she stole from our VIP service. Good news is she's asleep and I have the bottle, come home
I didnt say frisky time, just alone time, to chat, or watch a show, or stare into one anothers eyes, or souls, or asses, whatever you straight people do
look in the field by the highway and see if there is a high heel there. Or some Taco Bell bags.
eating on the run again ?
I had a dream about that dude. It was the first time I had a dream about him since the tryst.
The tryst?
The hookup. I like using sophisticated words for my foolish decisions. Makes me retain some dignity.
I was just wicked nice to a telemarketer... that's how stoned this woman got me.
You are the ghost of drunk bitches past, present, and future.
HE MIGHT HAVE YOUR BUTTHOLE, BUT HE CANT HAVE YOUR HEART. THATS MINE.
My New Year's resolution is to chill out on the group sex. At least with my friends anyway.
Last night was fun but it wasn't right. I will say that our lives intersected for a brief and intense moment and we will just leave it there.
Rough birthday weekend. Eating McDonalds in the shower and used a fifth of sky as a pillow last night
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