I'm drunk at a fancy martini bar, wearing jeans, drinking cheap vodka that I brought in my purse. Got thrown out of court for using my cell phone. All in all calling Thursday a success.
I looked up to you, until I saw her walk out of your room.
then she said "on the count of three I think we should apologize to eachother"
I wish i could call my weed and hear it ring. That's how i found my phone.
Should I feel bad that I fucked her and made her ride my little brothers razor scooter home?
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
Listen. I'm a changed woman. I have no problem using him for sex.
Omg it was awesome. At one point she says "cum in me, I'm too old to get pregnant".
You were naked too, so it cancels out. We're straight.
We were banging then all I remember is coming down hard and smashing my top teeth off his forehead. I just rolled off and tapped out. Done-zo
well smoking weed has become a deal breaker for me so I pretty much use "let's go smoke a blunt" as an icebreaker
Note to self don't stop having sex during an earthquake! I call it a 6.1 orgasm!
It's taking every bit of my restraint not to go to the store and buy chips and cake and like steal someone's dog. PMS is so weird.
Is it ironic that our divorce court is a block from where we had our reception? Or is it just sad? Alanis has confused my understanding of irony.
He said his parents were apparently coming over to surprise him with breakfast and I’ve never gotten dressed and run out of the door that quickly. I have commitment issues.
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