lesson #67 learned in college: a three day old margarita, is still a margarita.
Maybe I need a light up heart over my vagina like Christina aguilera to get the point across
Heading to the gym, the one that guy said he goes to. Already checked online, his class is at 5. And no, this isn't too much after meeting him last night. Stop judging me,
Stop. He threw up in front of Madison Square Garden security. Spit at the guys feet and grunted ughhh at him.
Drinking with mariachis at jimmy johns.
My vag has a bald spot. That is so middle aged. Is this my midlife crisis?
She said I looked exactly like my dad. Then she made out with me. Should I be questionable?
You know, I've never slept in a rug with anyone before you
casual night just sitting in the kitchen at 2 am eating stale chips and hot sauce while my friends younger sister is cleaning all the blood off my body
I am having the most awesome nonsexual conversation about my vagina right now
I love 4am trips to the ER. I feel so responsible for actually making it all the way here.
My life has come to reading articles about dating an ex heroin addict. I'm doing well.
I'm very aware of my heart moving the blood in my body.
Plus he is a pilot so I could give him flight dome
Look at us. Planning our business meeting. Including snacks like shrooms & trail mix.
Randomize