real busy. everything is packed. thats why we ended up at the strip club
Actually, all he talks about is how great the sex is with her and how crappy you were at it. Stop being a bitch and gossiping masking it as self-righteousness.
they just tried to tell me they weren't big into drugs. A) it was the 70's. B) I've seen the pictures.
Ok. Also I almost just threw up. Seriously. I was think to myself "really? Here? Now? At my work desk?" and then it went away.
You seriously need to keep doing my sexting for me. I just said something about "riding cock like a dick rodeo"
First date. He's wearing a tuxedo shirt and keeps asking me about our future children. Escape plan #3 is now in action...
It's like playing clue with my own life. I have to piece together what I did, where I was, how I did it, and who I did it to
why is my forehead so bruised?
i found you outside knocking on the door with your head because you couldn't lift your arms.
You did this to me with your delicious pizza and moonshine.
I'll forgive you once we're drunk again by noon.
If he comes over tomorrow, im answering the door naked. Simple as that.
I feel as if we moved beyond the hook up stage when she blew me as I drunkenly finished my chicken nuggets.
If I could drive and get you Starbucks I would... But that's probably not a good idea. On account of the drugs.
Now I'm having a post-sex brownie. Is this the life? I think it might be
Self care is breaking into nasa and launching yourself directly into the fucking void
Although the guy I'm messing around with just offered to let me be his rich brother's sugar baby
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