Drunken candy land NOW. Dont fight the urge... you want to.
I havent dry-humped that much since freshmen year. Forgot how good it doesnt feel.
Bars not open yet, I feel like a desperate alcoholic wandering around outside.
He pulled his dick out during the Bourne Ultimatum, ruined it for me.
He told me since I'm into organics I should know his meat is known locally for its quality and hes hand raised it since age 13.
I look like a zombie and smell like a stripper. Its gonna be a good day.
Hey, so, you were my "one phone call" last night... Thanks for not picking up. See, this is why I never call you.
Then he texted me that I was the "good kind" of fat.
Current state of being: shivering like a new born kitten on the bathroom floor
of course the one day I come to class high we have guest speakers from the police department... Just my luck
I started crying during a meeting at work and now I'm sitting on my couch drinking boxed wine at 1:30 in the afternoon. Fuck you too estrogen.
well, you know. whores of a feather.
It's called life, you pretentious bitch. Grow up.
I or someone else dumped a lot of glitter into my boobs last night.
He ate me out while I was wearing a canada goose parka and a dress hand crafted by a seamstress from yellowknife. I came while watching the northern lights. Most arctic orgasm ever.
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