ive decided theres a fine line between accepting money for sex and letting someone buy you late night taco bell and knowing that if he hadnt you wouldnt be in his bed right now
It was all fun and games until Tim shit on the end table
And by that I mean I told her the plot of the first batman movie as my life and it took her like 20 minutes to figure it out
I was trying to make tacos and friends but there was a major language barrier.
He wears a hat. All the time. Even during sex. And I'm okay with that.
We fucked to techno music while he wore shin guards... best sex ever.
You were dancing with a coffee pot of rum in one hand and a joint in the other. So that should explain everything.
But seriously who drew a dick on a tortilla and nailed it to the door?
He has been feeding me cheesecake and candy for breakfast. Naked. For three days. How am I ever going to leave????
"YOU ALWAYS BEEN A HOE YOU ALWAYS GONE BE A HOE. THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT'S GONE BE." overheard at temple
It's not even 6 am and I've already told my mom to fuck herself in the face
In case you were wondering how drunk I was last night, there was an unopened slim Jim in front of my door and I ate it.
The contents of my fridge consist of alcohol, Nuva ring, and cheesecake. I'm that girl.
Ugh, I should just give up, and fuck him in a parking lot, and shave my head and walk naked through the streets of King's Landing.
IT TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR TO DO THAT. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR ME TO CONCENTRATE ON ONE THING FOR AN ENTIRE HOUR?!
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