so tomorrow. i'm thinking coinstar then adderall?
four days late. damn you, makeup sex. you win again.
okay im going to go eat, shower and find underwear... call if you want.... but ill be listenig to glee VERY loudly.
i just realized that fran drescher is the 90's version of a guidette.
He soundtracked our prebreakup sex, our breakup, and out postbreakup sex. At least he's dedicated.
the fda needs to get their shit together cause these four loko going away parties are gonna kill me
like teasing for 28 minutes, then the very last 2 minutes is where is ALL goes down. I'm talking, rings off, stable sitting position, hand job madness.
I found him in bed on a pullout couch with another dude. He had two empty puke buckets and his empty bottle of jagermeister right by his head.
I command you to take a shot and dance like the pretty little gay boy you are.
I'm pretty sure I got a cavity today due to how many times I've puked hungover at work.
First thing that comes on in the morning is kanye's I can't hold my liquor. yeezus lives.
this is the second day the intern has gotten me coffee. he either wants to bang me or thinks I'm more important than I am.
either way he's in for disappointment
My sensibilities as a lady demand we cuddle on the couch, and THEN have loud, raunchy sex. Idk, what do you want to do?
Sorry you uh had to see that last night. That's the problem with open fields, no privacy...
Relationship goals: we both wore red underwear tonight. Except he won’t know because my bra been off but it’s the thought that counts I guess.
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