So when jo picked me up from the bar I kept apologizing and kept telling her "I'm just a wittle donut"
you kept running across the street. everytime you made it across successfully you took something off. can't believe there were no cops around...
oh thats it?
There are regrets in my world today- mostly jager at that fucking altitude
I feel like someone kicked me repeatedly in the ribs. I don't think sex is supposed to do that.
this celing is unfamiliar to me... im just vaguely wondering where i am. but not quite concerned enough to do anything about it.
I thought I was heading girls talk. It was the toilet. Like put my ear to it
Vodka and tater tots have managed to satisfy me more than most of the guys I've slept with.
Can I just text her like "yo sorry I fucked your boyfriend, let's go get sushi" or like nah
There's a baby in the strip club. I say again: THERE'S A BABY IN THE STRIP CLUB
I'm sorry for breaking our door. And being a bitch about it.
Jealous. I want an iud. Maybe there's a late night bodega that'll insert one for me
She sent me a video of herself sitting in the car stone faced listening to the Titanic song on silence. She won't answer my texts.
I'm like a hairless cat ready to be ravished
I cant tell you how much harder a belt makes hoeing
when some dude came up to you and said he didn't like your shirt you just looked at him and firmly asked if he really thought that you gave a fuck.
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