He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
they could make at least 3 episode of "i shouldn't be alive" out of my weekend
Wore last nights jeans to Christmas Dinner with the fam, found a half gram of blow, while they're praying ill be railing.
We're past the whole "Did she just try to finger my ass?" Stage. Now it's encouraged.
So I walk in and he's teaching someone in London via Skype how to roll a blunt. I have new found respect for him.
if all that ever happens for the rest of forever is drinking wine and eating popcorn, ill be okay
I'm scared to see what happens if we keep winning like this. I don't think there enough livers for every one after the season is over.
Doing a circuit workout and using a power hour playlist for my 1 minute timers. I am getting old. creative, but old.
I felt like... 50% confused and 50% like a slow roasted flip flop.
I am about five seconds from ripping off my clothes and throwing myself into the ocean to become a mermaid
If you end up wanting to sit on his face, just make a sound like a dying giraffe and I'll make myself scarce.
I should be trashily making out with an air force cadet in the beach volleyball court by now
She said she was sober from drugs for a week. All I heard was Kenny Loggins singing Danger Zone.
Which sister was it? The one I accidentally hit when my shoe flew off or the one I ate candy off of when we were high?
I just saw a guy in a zippo shirt buy 2 gallons of fire starter fluid and then proceed to smoke a cigarette. I feel like hes got some big plans for his tuesday.
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