we're blogging at a bar
I miss you. Just wanted to say that before the drugs kicked in so it's legit.
i mean really, i cant compete with a cucumber
I think my mom's writing a book called how to fuck with your kids when you know they're high
I bought the tickets, he brought the weed. thanks to you, we had to roll a joint out of my bible paper.
My roomate just said the he would "tap dat" to the 13 out of control girl on maury. Im finding a new place in the morning.
Finished drinking tea out of a red party cup when I was done I flipped it without even thinking
The fact that I found him in his Ninja Turtles t-shirt next to six empty and obviously consumed packs of EasyMac watching reruns of Becker certainly made telling him that I wanted a divorce so much easier than I had planned.
It was awful. Their identical twins so it was like having sex with Jeff wearing a wig and shaved legs.
We were tripping too hard to figure out to tell him where we were so we sent a picture of me laying outside the tent saying "find us"
I have to sanitize my nipples and its just to cold in here for it to be ok
He drives a tundra! Of course I fucked him. Im just saying eventually im going to need help moving and he has a nice truck. Its like thank you for later on
Excuse me while I take my birth control pill for today to prevent getting pregnant from hearing about your sex life
He finally left. I didn't introduce him to the roommate. The sex is bad. I don't want him to feel welcome
I'm bringing home frosties. I need to talk about butt stuff.