He keeps asking where i got my clothes and accessories. i'm not sure if he wants to fuck me, or go shopping.
I should do something nice for her. Like sign her up for "What Not To Wear."
He told me the hand job I gave him this morning was "lovely".
It's not prostitution until you're out of college. Right now it's just strategic boning.
I don't talk to her anymore. I lit her birthday presents on fire. Who the fuck puts candles that close to tissue paper?
Note to self: do not take so many shots that you sit on the floor under the bar where nobody can see you, and reach out and grab peoples crotch.
it looks like my getting laid tonight is going to depend on my knowledge of native birds. this is a weird party
My period started right as he was entering, which really helped me sell the "I've never done this before" bit.
Dammit now I'm pissed. Its like I am torn between two worlds. A world of girls, and a world of people punching other people in the head. Both are just so beautiful.
It makes no sense at first, you go with it, it's fun and entertaining and then a disaster
I could teach a class on "expressing your thanks through photos taken of yourself in the shower"
Opened my notebook to coke all over the pages. So, if that's any indication on how this weekend went.
I've washed my hands three times and it still smells like Astroglide.
Maybe it’s too soon to casually tell the boss that I went to Tulsa for some dick last night
I got drunk and bought a house last night. Also, I threw up on Mike's lawn. I'm pretty excited about one of those two things.
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