It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
I need to buy a mesh tank top to fit in in Florida. Where do they even sell that shit?
i have a reoccuring irrational fear i'm going to walk in on my dad masterbating. Night.
Sometimes I wish there were a little bird hiding that would periodically go, "creep-per."
Stalkers don't have time for showers...it's a full time job
I just added 'steal mom's xanax' to my to do list for when I go home for Easter.
for once, the $56 i am about to pay for plan b was actually worth the sex.
I come back upstairs and there he was sitting in a speedo. He handed me a blanket and said "let's cuddle" how is this real life?
I realized after pounding back 151 and head banging into each other to "the drop" of that dub step song, that we weren't meant to have boyfriends at this point in time.
Currently putting together my outfit for this weekend, AKA a poster board that says "I'll cook you breakfast and do all your laundry, take me home." On front and back
You also proposed and then tried to jack me off
don't worry, i'm not mad. i'm just angry. and furious. and about to set your ass on fire.
Come home, I'm drunk on the porch and pretending to smoke breadsticks like cigarettes. Enticing, right?
He washed his dick in my kitchen sink after sex. I think he might be a keeper.
I may or may not be drunker than time right now.
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