I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
that was probably me. ive bitten a lot of people.
he just asked if we wanted to go to an arts and crats club with him tomorrow. every day it becomes harder for me to defend his sexuality
In order of importance: Where am I? Where's my car? Where are my clothes? Who is this chick in the room?
Anne's couch, the bar, your car, Anne.
These shoes are way too nice for a walk of shame. Its how I keep myself in line.
Nah its cool some of my cousins have fucked the same girls and brought them on family vacations and everything.
Whiskey and an unstable home life is apparently the fountain that 20-something boys like to drink from.
I feel as if the hash cupcakes on top of mushroom chocolates was a little excessive last night
Walk of shame: Easter Edition. He is risen.
cops woke me up on the sidewalk and asked where my shoes are.. fuck if i know, im sleeping on the sidewalk! actually i didnt say that, i just cried until they gave me a ride home.
at crossfit today a guy shit his pants while deadlifting 405 lbs. coach made fun of him then congratulated him on his new personal record.
I'm pants less watching buffy the vampire slayer drinking rum. I'm not that hard to impress
Is this what it's like to be an adult? You plan out play dates for your vagina?
True strength comes from lack of pants
My lease is up and I've been thinking, it's only fair that the guys I've fucked in this apartment in the past year help me move. They enjoyed the bed, now help me move it.
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