Decided to write a book called "girls don't poop and other myths I wish I still believed in"
I think I'd remember a dick in my mouth
i need a wealthy benefactor or a cocktail job. or to start stripping. or kill myself. whatever.
She bit a glass in half.
On my way back to his place to see his "art". Why am I sure this is going to be nothing more than his dick in a box?
At least you have booty calls.
True. I just waste them though. I feel like I need to be told "there are people in this world who would give anything for just one and you have two." You know in that same tone your parents told you about the starving people in china
He asked me to spit in his mouth. I did. Never let me hook up with this guy again.
He's a Shit stain on my heart
Also I like this area. Lots of places for me to get tacos.
So we stayed at his mom's and all got drunk and he and I hooked up in his old bedroom. Then his drunk mom came in and tackled us when we were still naked. Why does this keep happening to me?
i refuse to give everyone the satisfaction of seeing the results of my acting on my thoughts
I WANT PIZZA BUT I ALSO WANT SELF ESTEEM
BUT LIKE WHO AM I TO EVER CARE ABOUT SELF ESTEEM
I'll screw just about anything, but I draw the line there
We're starting to light shit on fire, bring a metal bucket. Be prepared, Jimmy's off his meds.
I went to my AA meeting last night. My drug dealer is now my counselor.
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