so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
I had a disgustingly explicit dream last night involving myself and lil wayne.
I miss Bob Barker.
Yeah, more like Douche Carey...
i need a lesbian romance or unplanned pregnancy for some spicein my life.
Your dick is once again the conversation topic.
and you're not allowed to put a penis in you if it's attached to a 26 year old who works at blockbuster
A piece of cheeseburger just fell between my tits. Consider this a "wish you were here" postcard.
it's 8 a.m. and there are people having sex at the foot of the strangers bed i'm in. the guy just asked the girl how she lost her baby weight so fast.
Fell down a spiral staircase. Et tu vodka. Et tu.
I gained confidence after I found out she was a lesbian. At least that way I could flirt with her and convince her to buy me taco bell after the bar
if all that ever happens for the rest of forever is drinking wine and eating popcorn, ill be okay
I don't think I can look at him the same way anymore after he walked in my room wearing a short skirt with a boner.
Would you still love me if my nipple fell off?
I told him I just left the convent and really wanted a man. He fell for it. Sure beats telling him I'm a nympho stalker that followed him to the bar when I saw his beard.
last night is slowly putting itself back together. Its one giant slutty puzzle, all the pieces are covered in tequila and shame.
Randomize
