So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Call me when you're up
Great dream, you were in it
I had a talk with my mom about respecting myself and not acting like a whore so she will rip my nose ring out if she somehow sees that picture
i feel like my life has become an afroman song and idk whether i should be sad about that or not
he's like a stage 5 clinger and he won't even fuck me. he has to be gay. my personality isn't really THAT great.
He said he wanted to have butt sex with me and curl up with me after and just be near me. Then he passed out.
He never gives up. He's like the fucking little engine that could of hook ups
I woke up to her screaming at the various pictures of nutsacks she found on her camera
Drunk me spoon fed everyone baby food last night.
I think I'm drunk at the airport. Oh the possibilities
In the pie chart of my life, she is a huge part of why I drink.
we got cupcakes after we fucked. gives a whole new meaning to sugar daddy
the hole that the tears left- fill it with pizza
At least you didn't have a hemorroid rupture while banging
The last thing I remember is trying to chug the rest of the everclear, running through a fence, and laying down in the snow. I hurt.
Randomize
