your head's too prwtty to be stuck in the books
AIM automatically accepts video chats on my laptop. I found this out when I got a text from Jacob after my first attempt at drunk lesbian sex saying, "I'd give it a 7. You need to work on your positioning." I think I'm single now.
he clicked a button a stirrups came down from the ceiling... if I don't come home by sunday, report me.
I'm leaving my hospital band on when we go drinking tonight. I'm aiming for pity sex.
I was fingering her, she was moaning, and we were singing Mulan
I'm so covered in bruises. God dammit drunk me. We are a lady.
Im surprised putting the throwing knife "dartboard" next to the door didnt end up worse
I just very easily got pretty high off of one bowl of shitty dirt weed. I'm a sad excuse for who I used to be.
im in the post action - pre consequence stage.
I never actually go in the club. I get in line, hit on a chick, and convince her to come drink all she wants for free at my house.
I think I'm crying more because after all these years he never learned to spell you or use a comma properly from me
i turned around and there he was, right in my face. i was mid deep throat of a hot dog that i was eating with my hands and no bun. you win FSU, you win.
I just bout myself an edible arrangement for myself and had it delivered to work. I even wrote myself a note. This is a new low for me.
I don't trust my subconscious. It sleeps with my exboyfriend sometimes.
Don't get yourself off tomorrow. We. Are. Having. Sex. That's that. Just dont do it.
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