we're blogging at a bar
I'm starting therapy this week.. Taylor Swift music isn't cutting it for me anymore
dpoing straight shots of jhameson. boys are imp ressed. i apologize
I'm driving to work with an ice pack on my vagina. how was your weekend?
so its official, girls can see a boner through my snuggie.
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
I think it's starting to become crucial that I find a companion for my vagina.
Try not to get arrested for it, but otherwise i support you
He's CUTE. and foreign
bartering with my concussed boyfriend to eat food with blowjobs
My friend had to carry her up the steps on his shoulder, and then she got up, found an ironing board and set it up in my friend's room just in case he needed to iron things.
Yeah. I don't know. I'm just gonna show up at her place on valentines day with a jock strap, box of chocolates, and rose clenched between my ass cheeks with "be mine" written across my glorious man titties.
First poop in my apartment for the summer, officially settled in. :)
Our first time hooking up was on New Years and we've managed to hook up every holiday since, I'm hoping this lasts until 2016 just to fulfill my American Holiday sex fantasy I never knew I had
I'm to the point of desperation where I stare at customers penis imprints through their pants all day
Current status: so high that I'm unable to have coherent conversation with my mom, but still knew that when my dad said "shpritzy white stuff" I understood that he was trying to think of "whipped cream."
That text took me 10 minutes.
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