So, I just sold my textbook to have money for Plan B.
It was romantic. He brought over a bottle of Jack to celebrate us becoming official on Facebook. Definitely a story for the grandkids.
So many stories. To uyou are sober. I heart you though. Jesus. Dirrty dancing jusyt came oine!!no. Lie.
I pretty much just threw a bunch of clothes and my vodka in a bag..idk where I'm gonna end up tonight but I'm prepared.
Tonight that bitch will not be with him. You will drunkingly talk him out of this wedding. It is your duty as the one with the least amount of soul. Good luck.
Your drinking has interfered with your drinking. I bet you could get a scholarship to a rehab. Thats pro-level
He turned down jacuzzi sex. He cares more about my vagina than i do.
I will always remember that night by waking up in that tablecloth the next morning
he's gonorrhea incarnate
The thumbs up barstamp on my hand is mocking my hangover with its positivity.
He yearns for your heart.
He needs to stop being a pussy about it.
Also, there's a guy walking around the kitchen in a shark onzie, and he just asked if we've ever smoked weed with a shark before. I'm dying
I told him no rough stuff and he immediately bit my ass. Who the fuck does that?
Its weird to introduce me to his wife and kids on the first date, right?
I miss the pre Covid days when we could meet men in bars. Hitting on guys in the grocery store is just depressing
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