Mom and Dad are dead. Trust fund
okay I may or may not have wrapped my body pillow up in your t-shirt and sprayed it with your axe and am now spooning with it.
again? I'm starting to get a little creeped out now.
I can't believe we just used the phrase "jizz to juice ratio" in casual conversation.
I remember desperately screaming that I love my life and running in zig zags all the way home
you reached into a lemon drop to pull out a lemon of someone else's drink..
My nipple piercings are like the guardrails, that's why they feel so safe.
Mostly i might never get belligerent again because im gonna have to keep track of a diamond ring.
The squirrels are partying on my roof again. Now they're just rubbing it in that I'm home alone on a Saturday night and they're having orgies.
Aside from the possibility of pregnancy, I'm going to call last night a raging success.
Dear God, please let me get my period. And if this one is fiercer than usual I completely understand.
I walked into the living room this morning and he was there with 3 shots in a row. He said it was "tea time."
was his pinky out?
He fingered me to the beat of the Fresh Prince theme song... it was pretty fantastic.
I just left and he walked me out and went call me if you're ever... Eh... Whatever. And walked away.
okay i know we havent talked for like weeks but i just really wanted to tell you that i miss your dick. like alot.
whose this? and thank you
dude I fucking saw you snort tequila
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