problem. drunk. stepbrother hitting on me again. help.
She's got an ass you could write the declaration of independence on in one line. Takes up three bar stools.
I don't know what happened last night but I woke up this morning with "wolf pack" tattooed on my knuckles.
he sent me a winky sad face. i cannot deal this level of pathetically needy flirtatiousness.
I was masturbating with the shower head and someone flushed the other toilet. Pretty sure I have 3rd degree burns on my clit.
I just found scrambled eggs in my shower. Thanks for that, asshole.
I give up. I can't handle that class sober any longer. I have an army of whiskey shooters for the next three weeks. Wish me luck.
I came in shy and timid. By the end of the night I hulked out broke two lamps, their coffee table, some plates, and still had sex.
Maybe. I want to have sex at the fire station, most likely on one of the trucks. I wonder if I can finagle that before I tire of the spelling and grammatical errors in his texts.
So it's ironically funny that my psychiatrist's office and my cocaine dealer's house are on the same street
And he listens to me when I talk to him like the hulk.
Pissing into the Grand Canyon is the single most liberating thing I've ever done in my entire life
After the apocalypse all we'll have is vodka and twinkles.
We just fucked like crazy and now I'm dipping chips in macaroni & cheese. I feel completely accomplished. This may be the best day ever.
Ugh, once again I had to block the view of him peeing off the hotel bar balcony, I earned those free drinks!
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