I wanna blow your doors off so bad right now.
Doors?
Rock your world. Blow you out. Skeet skeet.
me and my sister are feeding my dog poprocks. this is proof you don't need a lot of money to have fun.
She laid down on my bed and played "I want you to want me" on my laptop. subtle.
as nice as a boyfriend sounds, a relationship would require morals and self-restraint - both fields in which i lack.
momma always taught us never to change for a boy..
It's official. Every single female in their late teens and early 20s get their fb statuses from a pool of cliched "quotes" which all say, without saying, "boys treat me like shit, I know they do, but one day I'll find 'the guy' who will treat me right no matter how psychotic I am." Vom.
Listening to her yell about my drinking problem is not helping my hangover.
I lost count of how many people I peed on last night.
No more scars from drunken holidays, people are starting to notice.
I need a leash, or some shame. Maybe.
I feel like I got hit by a truck. Or a baby dinosaur. One of them ran over my body and then stuck me in a blender of fire and storm clouds
After she asked if she could try to fit her toe ring around it, i decided to leave. Thats the life i live
I don't think it counts as a booty call at 6:30 pm.
When he was leaving this morning he said I'll text you later on and I replied with if you don't that's cool too.
I was giving you head in the kitchen, and when I looked up you were eating a quesadilla.
I'm definitely not mad. My best friend is dating my drug dealer, it's impossible to be mad.
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