i felt like cinderella. except at midnight i turned back into a whore.
I've developed breathing exercises to keep myself from puking..
i can't sleep with him. he has a scrapbook from the girl he lost his virginity to.
False alarm it was margarita mix all over my hands not blood
I'm slightly possesive over the gucamole when i'm stoned.
Is that why you left peanut shells in my bed?
my revenge plans when i'm high are never as good as i think they are
let's just skip the pleasantries and go back to my place for pizza and casual sex
It's now 8:05 on a Wednesday night and I'm already going home with my bra in my purse.
I convinced a shit ton of people I was a russian foreign exchange student to get free drinks. I knew learning those accents would come in handy.
You are the voice of reason. And I'm bringing wine. Like seriously this is his last chance. Don't touch me once, shame on you.. Don't touch me twice, shame on me
View of Vancouver Bay is obscured though the greasy hand prints from fucking against the window. Tip maid well.
cmon you know I'm perfectly capable of something that ridiculous 100% sober
Honestly, the only reason I've been productive today was because I ended up organizing my apartment while searching for my vibratory charger.
i wish he'd fuck me as good as he is at karate.
My drunk ass is being chauffeured around like the damn queen of England
it was all good until mid make out when he announced 'i just came'. ...he wasn't joking.
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