we're blogging at a bar
It's hipsters with their motorcycle cop mustaches, moccasins, douchey irony, and department stores to supply their independent conformity
Something's gotta give!
she looked like the before picture.
i just set an alarm for noon. fuck yes winter break.
He kept buying me shots of tequila. I decided to just save myself the half hour of toilet hugging and tell him straight up that I intended on sleeping with him. We got Tacos on the way home with all the money we saved.
You insisted on squirting shots of captain morgan in your mouth with a turkey baster by like 930.
I think my whole family judged my ability to change under a blanket.
In a moving vehicle and other people in the car
I tried to lock you in the bathroom stall because you were too drunk. But you escaped from underneath, I gave up
I'm working on finding a bottomless situation. Both pants and mimosas.
OMG BTW REMEMBER HOW HE ORDERED PIZZA THAT ONE TIME WE HOOKED UP. APPARENTLY HE WAS HANDING IT OUT TO PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN MY BUILDING AS HE WAS LEAVING
I just want a man to crawl into my bed with me and never crawl out. Anti socialism at his best.
We met up and made out in front of an empanada spot, if that's not romance then idk what is.
The cat just brought me a bottle opener. I think she's my soulmate.
I'd ask how but then you'd tell me.
He’s perfect! He listens to Genesis during sex and has a VW bus!
You really are from the panhandle, aren’t you?
He’s only in town today and our afternoon sex sesh kept getting interrupted by the neighbor’s kid yelling and screaming in the pool
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