I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
He must be back home now. He moved his box of beer from her porch to ours.
I fed the cats at 7 am, made her eggs, gave her oral, and now I'm helping her clean and baking her brownies. Cosmos got nothing on me.
We were debating whether rain water is clean enough to drink. I won when he started throwing up.
We stuck the straw in the bourbon as a joke, you saw it as a challenge.
Where the hell is he. I called him crying for weed and sex you would think that would signal some urgency.
When people ask about my bruises, I'm just going to say it was a doorknob. Or possibly a group of doorknobs. Angry doorknobs.
Would giving a bouquet of flowers to my mother be a good way to say, "sorry you walked in on my boyfriend eating me out"?
That's not a current picture, because if you look deep enough into my eyes you can still see morals. Not these days.
Our nipples touched last night. It was tender.
I accidentally left my shirt at my booty calls house. He washed it & hung it up for me in his closet. I can't decide if that's sweet or creepy
I've sold more douches working here than one man should sell in a lifetime
How old am I that I had to sneak a boy out of my room this morning...
The only thing he told me before he passed out was that he is from Buffalo and I'm a bitch.
Hey I just woke up in the back of a pickup truck parked at taco bell... Can u come get me?
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