so now that im really awake i see that my underwear are completely ripped down the side, my shorts are on backwards, i have to go get plan b....i call last night an epic fail or success depending on how catholic i am feeling
highlight from tonight: i hit on her and her mother.
her tits were misleading. turns out she wasn't cool, smart and funny
he is literally lying on the floor eating cookies. doing nothing. and as i was hitting him he needed to protect the cookies more than himself.
I'm not going to need your "it doesn't mean you're a slut" pep talk after all.
I feel like I need to get rid of the black eyeliner, glitter, and tequila breath before I to that world poverty conference..
I'm doing this for my boobs. They miss him.
It just gets louder and louder too...dear god. Her poor vagina.
Slurping strawberries throug a straw. It feels like the kool-aid man is coming in my mouth.
Whatever. I'm just trying to get my dick sucked while taking online harmonica lessons
I wasn't a groupie because I didn't carry his guitar home
When you get home...find me in the shower. Only safe place at the moment.
Just seen a chubby version of you. Nearly kidnapped her. Perfect woman
He goes "what would you say if I told you I like to get it in?" def a potential soulmate right there.
Throwing up in a storm drain... Not my finest moment.
But my shoes looked boss
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