Public safety found my id!
And i can't find my bra so i'm assuming they found my bra with my id which would explain the disapproving tone the lady on the phone had.
We walked because you started screaming when you finally realized he wasn't Ben Bailey and it wasn't the Cash Cab.
We have sex, then he cooks. It's like a fantasy.
I dont know if he should be happy or mad about it but he's too big for a blow job.
Somehow I feel more guilty using her razor then I do having sex with her boyfriend...
Don't get the hula weed. It makes you sleep walk in destructive and confusing ways. I'll explain on Saturday.
When I like her vacation photos, it really means "Im sleeping with your boyfriend." wonder if she will make the connection.
I made this pact with my vagina, though. No more heartless fuckery.
We shot off some fireworks at 12 and then I orchestrated the group singing of god bless the USA all while wearing a don't tread on me flag as a cape. I repped hard.
This is NOT the time to take our hits and go to Disney. Let me repeat that. NOT THE TIME FOR DISNEY ON ACID
I cunt my lip shaving. That's not a typo, it's a placement clue
I'm terrified that I'm going to have a baby with a guy who posts snapchat stories while ignoring my texts
I got dropped off at my house at like 1030. Woke up hugging a street cat I've never seen before. Ended up drinking 260 oz of beer. 65 types. Then went out after blehhhhhh
I feel like my life just hangs in the balance of "Yeah I'm probably not doing this right"
Yeah, let's go with that. Fuck that weak moment of complete honesty I just had.
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