I gambled and lost. Had to pull into a funeral home to clean up with a copy of my resume.
I have to have sex with him again. I feel like I need to train him so no other girl experiences that bad of sex.
I feel like a squirrel prepping for the winter on dollar beer nights.
I got offered a handle of vodka and tomato soup to bring his dog home. He knows me all too well.
Don't worry about it. Anal sex isn't always sunshine and wildflowers.
Drinking down Plan B with a 5 hour energy. Winding down welcome week in style.
Ok so now that we've actually had sex do I get the last name or are u really witness protection status?
I asked if he wants to help me spring forward at 2am on Sunday. He seems down.
The to do list extremely baked self wrote for me last night says "1. Join gym 2. Passport? 3. Join a gym" And then just a drawing of a squid
Its ok. Im having a low day. About to mix cake mix with milk and drink it.
He is like the "hometown sweetheart", but a huge freak. Like "I'll come change your flat tire"....but then fuck you like an animal in the back seat.
Some girl just ordered Chinese delivery to her therapy appointment...
I'm having leftover pizza for breakfast. I'm clearly not the greatest at this adult thing.
He let me eat chexmix while we fucked... I think I love him.
I just had a mini meltdown cause I thought they forgot to put the cheese packet in my mac and cheese. I'm having an awful week.
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