Great. There's a birthday party at work today. Now I can stand around and feel uncomfortable for an hour.
i want you to feel like i'm letting you into my heart, not just my vagina.
He left with a pair of dress shoes, some goggles, and a shot glass. I think we should follow him.
So I've gone into the break room to heat up a styrofoam cup 8 times over the course of 4 hours.. that desperate to see him. Now I have a broken heart AND cancer.
She stopped mid hookup to ask me if we'd be done before Taco Bell closed.
My vagina and my morals are playing tug of war
Just got a voicemail from a guy referring tp himself "as chest hair guy". If I'm coming home to a intervention I understand.
I'm just going to eat until there's an actual reason why he wouldn't want to fuck me.
It feels like I'm being stabbed in the uterus with a rake. That night was totally worth it though. Thanks.
Wait, tell the rest at happy hour. I wanna be able to interrupt you with my loud cackles and stupid questions.
he stopped talking to me, quit his job, moved out of the province and then told me it was "no big" when I called him apologizing...
i think we watched the dark knight rises after you left but i might have passed out through most of it. I remember crying at the end though. sad tears then happy tears.
Yeah if I don't text back. I'm eating. sleeping. Or lifting. Or drinking. Or playing call of duty. Like shit man
Sorry. My phone died in the middle of you explaining why we would never work as a couple. Whatever you were gonna say, I probably agree.
The fabulous human disaster: it is him
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