Its about making memories worth repressing
He is like that thing on the menu you would eat because nothing else looks remotely edible.
After we had sex he bought me grape soda. I think I'll keep him.
I really don't think you should have 'baptized' your tattoo in vodka the same night you got it.
Not rlly sure. Might just drink and sleep. Gotta wake up for my last rabies shot lol
I make one hell of a fire on Ambien. Other life choices not so much. But fire. Fire I can do.
I'm beginning to think the entirety of my appeal is due to the size of my ass.
My nose was gushing blood and he just kept screaming "she took it like a champ" to everyone there. Plus side though, bartender felt bad for me and gave me a free drink.
I am drinking fireball and apple juice out of a sippy cup like a fucking toddler.
He made a toga out of my hot pink bed sheets and cracked an egg on his head. Then he proceeded to alphabetize our DVD collection, which was impressive because I'm 99% sure he couldn't have done that sober.
I'm pathetic. I'm eating cream puffs in the bath and crying a little.
He called his dick the "gentle giant"
Why is there a wet sock in my garbage? Why did I chug so much red wine? Why was someone signing into my iCloud account at 4 am in China? Why do I do self-destructive reckless things? So many questions.
I texted him back and I am so nervous I may vomit up all of the soup I just ate.
I just wanna be naked and go frolic in the snow
Randomize
