I don't even remember his name...i'm just gonna save it as birthday sex
he ran me a hot bath. i thought i was in a pot and was going to be eaten. i was strangely ok with this
Well, at least he doesn't refer to you as his associate. his mattress associate
I just want to make mistakes. Like stds that go away with antibiotics mistakes.
My mom has finally acknowledged my soft spot for Russians. Finally.
if memory serves, the guy you were hooking up with said he was a slutty skittle.
I'm surprised I didn't lose anything last night. Except maybe my dignity but other than that we gucci.
You made out with him a lot. Almost as much as you told everyone Paul was the zamboni guy.
I told you I missed you and you said you missed me as much as you miss a urinary tract infection. I get it. You're still mad.
One more sleep until playoffs, Canucks are back this year, you bet your ass I'm going to uphold the tradition of being the 90 lb girl that fights every hairy ass Bruins fan at BWW.
Never in my life did I think i would give a blow job in the bathroom of my old elementary school. Twice.
Yes. I masterbate to Harry Potter. It's what our generation does.
While he was at a job interview yesterday, I was dropping acid. So that's the aesthetic of our relationship rn.
He threatened my life and my car because I called you. Are you sure you never slept with him ?
i smell like vinegar and tequila i can feel the old people behind me judging
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