Ok let's jusst not talk today bc then we'll just do dangerous things but I'll say hello
I have way too many pictures of poop on my phone
I'm at the cafe. It's 7am. There is a girl I don't know on my futon who tried to tickle me this morning when I got down from my loft. I also not wearing any underwear.
I literally just wrote "I'm sorry" in my blue book, got up and walked out
I swear to Christ if it turns out to be an intervention, i will set you on fire.
I just listened to "Eye of the Tiger" and did 5 shots to prep going over to see him.
If by "Are you drunk?" you mean "Did you just faceplant in the checkout line at Target?" the answer is yes.
I would of joined had I not blacked out last night and ran around naked breaking things till 4 am
I think I have to break up with him. I just cried, not moaned, screamed, etc, cried, with tears of sadness and disappointment when I came.
Not my type, but the penis looks fun.
I just had a mental image of us riding a tractor through hell with one of those big guns mounted on top of it shooting at everyone while the indiana jones music plays.
Yeah I don't remember how I got home last night
Judging from my pants, I embarrassed myself smh
I think he might be using me for sex. I also think I might be ok with that.
I would have rather been getting my vagina slowly waxed all day then be here.
When I come home and take my bra off and I'm served with a perfect grilled cheese along with a glass of wine. Priceless.
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