I cant go down on him yet. All ive had to eat is olives and percocet. semen would only add to tomorow mornings discomfort.
have you seen my purse? i cant find it and my ipod is in there and that shit totally cost more than my abortion.
And as you crawled into the bathroom last night you repeatedly said "I know the routine".
nothing like a negative hiv test and a bag of condoms to brighten my day.
the point i decided it was time to leave was when i was on the floor of the bar, after taking her down with me, and a table.
she just punched a dude and called him a peasant for not drinking fast enough in flip cup.
listening to happy ending by mika while imagining him to run after me at an aiport in slow motion... also, dipping oreos in baileys. not taking this breakup well. at. all.
Had a drag queen carry me to the car. So I'm told...
ttyl tear gas
And in my birthday dress, with my friends, i peed on myself in line for the club. Still went in and partied. I remember pieces
it was good sex until i became a rubber doll and he became a jack hammer, so i guess overall it was good
LOOK AT MY HAIR, DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE HAIR OF A PERSON WHO HAS HER LIFE TOGETHER?
No more chicken and waffles served by drag queens at 2 AM. :(
the kid next to me in math class is drawing gay porn. it's good, but that is beside the point
The closest I'll come to committing is leaving sex toys at their house
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