RIP Summer 2010. God knows it had to be one of us..
oh, it's pms. I almost cried yesterday bc my roommates didn't seem perky enough when I got home.
I don't remember. I think I elluded to the fact that I would buy him a dildo for his birthday.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
I walked home with an awkward asain couple. There was a language barrier but I think we're friends now.
the whole "pretend to be sober/pull it together for my family" thing really blew up in my face when i threw up into my pillowcase.
Hey, it was your idea to keep her occupied with the barscanner on your phone.
you didnt need to give her a fucking sharpie. there are handmade barcodes everywhere. including my cock. fucker.
He must have sensed I was about to trade him in...he's really stepped up his sex game
I hate it when fuck holes buy me drinks at the bar. You don't know my order. You don't know me. You don't know where I've been. You don't know my life.
Post walk of shame: realized the underwear I put on when I left was another girl's underwear.... woof
He's under the table sobbing because he doesn't live in a taco if you ever get him this high again I will stab you
Please don't make me ever have to hear the words "the Queen's gynecologist" ever again.
I need to reevaluate my stance on weekday hangovers...
someone commented on last weekends photos impressed that so many homeless people wanted to take pictures with us. weird that those "homeless people" are our friends... right?
If my one night stand asked me to move in with him right after does it still count as a one nighter?
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