update: last drink of the night and im naked in my porch hammock. life is good.
The last thing I said to him last night before telling him he couldn't give me a kiss goodnight was pointing at his dick then at me and saying "this isn't working out"
I figured you left because I was a shit show. Were you still there when I got locked in the bathroom and didn't know where I was? If not, that could have been a dream. I'm still not sure.
I can only take thier stupid "I think beauty school is for me" routine so long until I have to bitch slap them with some knowledge
I've been told that their best stripper is on maternity leave. NEVER AGAIN.
Well he can play the xylophone with his erect cock... So he's got that going for him
We're not on Beacon Street anymore so now your argument about not peeing on the sidewalk holds no water. Whereas my bladder has holded every water.
Just got a Snapchat of his dick with the caption 'We miss you.'
That's true love, there.
I shaved my asshole for you. You WILL fuck me tonight.
I'm so high right now that I'm wearing gloves.
He's not very smart so he didn't know I was yelling at him with monologues from Scandal.
I've seriously never been more thankful for marijuana and my resting bitchface.
So.. I was kinda upset i got the bad fuck out of the situation
I just wrote a self loathing message to self, wrapped my credit card in it, put it in an envelope, sealed it with another hate messame, and put it in my lock box. So. That's where I'm at.
I I was gonna wake him up with a blow job but I don't know how he would feel about it.
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