the girl next to me in class just threw up in a waterbottle during our exam.
I'm afraid my bank account can't handle syllabus week.
I decided that just having that story under my belt and being able to tell it to my grandchildren is worth the regrets of the evening.
in my drunkeness I still was able to plan for the morning. I duck taped my keys, a water bottle full of mimosa and my cell phone to the front door.
I don't know how I got here... but I think I'm in a Christian Impact meeting... I'm trying to act as straight as possible. They can sense gay.
He left an apology note saying he had to work and that there was coffee, OJ and food on the table with two Excedrin. I left his spare key with the door guard and she said "too bad I don't go for skinny white boys or I'd jump you both!" Best one night stand ever.
As an added realisation of today. If we used the last time I got laid as a conceiving date I would have a two week old baby. It's been too long...
In case you're wondering where my head is at right now, it's wishing that I was getting laid and not having a debate about cheese.
The only thing that got rode last night was the shit face train. I brought him home to see wht all the hype was about and he just started crying and puking in my bathroom.
I warned you. Don't come crying to me when your vagina refuses to forgive you for this.
How is it that I, the only one that didn't drink last night, was the only one puking out the car window?
Let me be the vehicle for you to live out your slutty half-gay dreams.
I'm trying to fuck him and feed him. I don't understand why it isn't working.
If that guy asks u bout me, I said my name is Jenelle, from CT, I'm a cat behiavor consultant and I'm 29. Back my story up
So.. I was kinda upset i got the bad fuck out of the situation
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