I sent him a picture of my touching myself. He responded back "Your nails look really nice"
sexting on a treadmill. speed 9.0 beat that slut!
I had my own version of the Hangover last night. I woke up to a disassembled Christmas tree, shit on the futon, and a hamster in the bathroom with a necklace on that said "Feed Me Bitch." I don't own a hamster. I don't know what I drank last night, but I want to do it again.
I think I need to stop sleeping with him. Sex with him is just a reminder of the mediocrity of the rest of my life.
i can recognize that vagina from a mile away
It's like even though I'm not in college anymore my body still knows it's September and is putting itself into competitive binge drinking mode.
There was an Altoids can full of urine in the bathroom. I do not want to know what was going on in there.
Saxophones in my mind. I swear someone dosed me.
Don't come. It's not even a party it's a total sausage fest. Like 20 drunk dudes in a bedroom. We can still drink by ourselves though it'll be ok
He was literally going down on me and giving me a foot rub AT THE SAME TIME. What more can I ask for?
Need to spend sober time with him while fully clothed. I can't decide if he's a seriously amazing man or a complete fucking dickbag.
This is me not judging you for what a fine line you draw between the two.
It's okay. I think we're back on. I just went on a dog walk with him n blew him on a sidewalk
Man I gotta stop stashing shit when I'm high. I just spent 2 hours searching for my bag of pot and eventually found it in fucking a bandaid box.
I think i got beer on your cat.
We just started our own DARE program: Drugs are really enjoyable.
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