Everything that you guys said happened came back to me. like a tidal wave of regret.
I also referred to her clitorous as her "vagina dot" last night...probably going to be dumped soon.
He panicked, you ducked and I was coming off a 3 day coke binge. It was no one's shining moment.
Friends bring friends secret work margaritas. my pink water bottle is in the cupboard
The whiskey is fighting the tequila on who wants to be the one who end my night first.
There is an empty space on my boobs where glow paint should be.
I feel like I have two modes: Super fuckin high, or super giddy from caffeine. I have learned to accept this.
I am literally drinking 7 day old water and looking for snacks in my room so I won't have to go in the hall and see roommate, because we accidentally banged last night. Please bring over some chicken and plan b.
But now I'm just thinking when he said he "worked for the airline" he actually meant drug smuggling.
Fuckin' raining men in my bedroom while I'm trying to drunk eat a rather large portion of pasta. Like shoo I already picked who I'm sleeping with. Pasta wins.
why do guys have to express their feelings when they know your seeing someone else ? I fucked him anyways to make him feel better , and to know what he's missing.
you were on a whole other level. you went home with him because he said "you got some light ass eyes"
If my body were a person, it would be beating the shit out of me for what I did to it last night.
last final went out with a bang.. 20 min late bra-less, cum in my hair and i still cant find my shoes.
What a weekend. It started with me realizing i might not be straight and ended with me spraining my foot.
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