Please tell me I didn't pass out while we were having sex last night... and if so I am sooooo sorry.
I am at the point in my high where i now know/understand chinese.
Well, of course, to the untrained eye I look like a slut.
He is passed out on the kitchen floor. He will fight you if you disturb him. Just a warning.
I can't do a walk of shame with a sombrero full of baby chickens
The cabbie told me fat girls shouldn't wear tight clothes, and that he feels bad for the guys that have to be underneath them, especially because their positions are "very limited" and proceeded to ask me if I had a trash can and if I could throw something away for him. Don't worry though, he promised it wasn't anything "bad". He then handed me a tied up grocery bag with a bunch of wadded up Kleenex that weighed about 3 pounds. To answer your question, yes I made it home. Fml
I actually have to watch Breaking Bad to make me feel better about my choices last night.
Just thought you should know I'm having a reunion tour of Athens this weekend. Minus the weird guy I was fucking last time.
My apartment is also really close to an alcohol rehab in case I get out of hand
He went down on me for an hour and a half. He needs to get promoted more often.
I just watched some kid bang his girlfriend and I was like whatever I'll just sit here and do all your fucking drugs that's fine
I blame everything on you. My broken heart, my fucked up liver and my twisted mind.
Should we make a shared Google doc list of places we want to fuck? Like a scavenger hunt?
He said it was the classiest hand job he ever had because my nails were painted red. We need to go to nicer bars from now on.
This is the fourth guy that I've broken in to gay sex. How the hell do they find me?
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