i just realized that we are the poor version of bethenny and jill from real housewives... and I'm jill. this is a 6.5 on the depressing scale
at least we're not in new jersey
let me put it this way. im never saying "join in or get out" again unless i know whos in the room.
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
stephanie tanner's voice is so fucking annoying. no wonder she resorted to crystal meth.
she said my body looked tiny like it was a bad thing and then didn't even mention how great my tits look. it's like we're not even friends.
at one point i was feeding a guy sour cream chips and he made me make the "choo choo" noise as they were going in. \ni feel so much closer to him now.\n
My Mom printed off all of my Augusts text messages. Apparently I've been drinking WAY too much and having an intermediate drug problem. I have to go home everyw weekend for the rest of the semester
The fact that every guy you've slept with since you've lost virginty either have the same first or last name isn't normal.
my brain is opting to stay half drunk rather than relearn how to think. the rest of me is in no position to argue.
There's a whistle here and I just want to play my whistle song on it.
Why does my therapist keep calling when I jerk off?
I never thought I would have to put a band-aid on my penis.
The sex may be the only reason I like him. I've confused the multiple orgasms for feelings.
my liver is dry heaving
I couldn't be more proud to be a cougar. Just wondering how these twenty somethings learned how to fuck so well? Must be porn.
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