I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
After he finished I threw up my arms and shouted STEVE HOLT!
I didnt realize we were having a competition in poor decision making skills
how else could I explain the last few years
i walked toward the cop car thinking it was the liquor store lights nd by that time it was too late to escape the trap
you are not perverted enough for this relationship to work out.
The only thing I regret was that he was wearing a scarf when we made out.
You just can't come from being "the girl who shit her pants."
the problem is i have six tabs of acid in my freezer and no self control
So now I can cross "have my ass be someone's phone background" off the bucket list. You know, if it was something I actually had wanted to happen.
He fucked me in his tour van, I feel like an official groupie.... Except I don't even listen to his band.
I'm a great relationship counselor. My vagina will let you know if your relationship is gonna work or not.
The last time I saw her someone was carrying her on a bike and she was yelling that she was E.T.
You have cats and a ten year IUD. Embrace it.
I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with myself when this is all over. I'll probably just go back to smoking pot and trying to learn italian.
I think my dick has healed enough that we can start having sex again
Randomize
