he stopped mid-fuck to ask me how my day was....
how bad would it be if i made his twitter my home page?
This hotel is not contributing to my sobriety, they have 4 kinds of free wine and beer.
If this herpes test comes back negative I'm asking out the doctor.
Left my card at the bar and had a drunk girl climb on the hood of my running car to scream at me.
He won't sleep with me again until I commit...
Run. There is other dick in the sea, less clingy dick.
I am sitting here. Drinking from a bottle of vodka. Eating shredded cheese from a bag and waiting on him to pick me up after he finishes with his girlfriend. This is what dreams are made of.
A drawer in my room has nothing but a large feather quill, a wine glass, and a 15" Bowie knife. If you could put my life in a drawer I think that would be it.
Bring a bathing suit and your good liver.
My good liver is still at the dry cleaners. Will my backup liver suffice?
Maybe
I mean I want to go somewhere. I just don't want to put on pants or behave.
Ultimate fat girl moment: I promised him my mouth for the night if he bought me a funnel cake..
This whole Rob and Chyna drama is giving me trust issues. I'm about to text my ex and be like if you haven't already deleted my nudes, can you?
i just want to get drunk and cry and have sex with lots of men
Text me some of your sweat
Looking back at our past texts, the minute it turned 2020 you were cleaning your house and I was dying of the cold. We were prophesying the Rona.
Randomize
