She's a black belt cougar in the 6th degree.
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
Matt just took me to visit my puke stain from 2 weeks ago at the train station...I'm fucking impressive
so according the 72 facebook statuses i put up last night that i don't recall, i would say it was a success. how about you?
If you could come over after class and poke me with a stick to see if im still alive id really appreciate it
I mean, I can get to know him eventually. The time frame doesn't really matter. I'll have sex with him regardless of whether he's interesting or not.
I will pee on everything he values.
I decided not to eat, and then this man was my fairy " don't black out" godmother
I also have to vacuum the broken noodles out of my suitcase...
Tabs I had open this morning: "15 hedgehogs with things that look like hedgehogs" and an unexplored google search for "how do I express my love of tacos"
"I'm pretty sure all our toasts were to Ben Afflecks penis last night."
I just went on etsy and my personalized suggestions on the page were either kinky sex restraints or baby things. I feel like etsy just summarized my life.
No that one bar I got kicked out of got closed so that technically doesn't count
I think putting on real pants was half my issue with today
She asked me if I could do that to her every single time. I said nope. sometimes it's better.
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