Ummmm I went to see who was upstairs, he was the only one in his room so we had sex while the travel channel played in the background.
Oh good. Romantic. Still, I'm jealous of the sex.
Probably not, since he made me promise not to tell anyone it only lasted ten seconds.
but what if he tries to talk dirty to me with the lisp?
Is it weird that out of everything, Im most worried about chipping a tooth on his prince albert?
So hungover. They actually hid easter eggs around me.
did we decide the 'sorry about the threesome' cake was too flippant?
I can feel the fear and stress bubbling in my stomach. Or maybe that is the pregnancy.
Am I the only one that feels like there are hundreds of tiny people having a rave and stomping and kicking around inside my head this morning?
Carpeing THE FUCK out of that diem
The fact that he said "there's nothing wrong with being a raging drunk, just ask my mother." has me thinking that I have no positive role-models among my friends.
ARE YOU SAYING THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO GO TO A PARTY AT AN ADULT STORE WHERE A BUNCH OF HOT GIRLS ARE DRINKING
I no longer believe that the road to self esteem is through his penis.
So I think I've successful blown my foot off in a way that's going to make you call me an idiot.
Drinking and decided to streak in the apartment fountain. Canadian goose shit and sharp rocks on the bottom. I sobered up quick. That was a very bad idea.
So in hindsight, going through the McDonald's drive thru plastered at 4 a.m. on stolen bikes was a bad idea.
For a second fuck I think last night went extremely well... our sexual relationship is progressing at a pace that im quite satisfied with.
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