just got dressed up for chatroulette- THAT desperate.
No way. Our relationship is based solely on texting and sex. A phone call would be too much at this point.
i want to go make food but i'll have to face my mom after telling her that the random i'm sleeping with, whose name i don't know, told me I was "too slutty to be his girlfriend" when i was drunk last night
I realized I was totally the dude in that hook up. I came first and didn't wanna help him finish. And he had paisley sheets.
They better not charge my debit card for what you peed on.
Doing a circuit workout and using a power hour playlist for my 1 minute timers. I am getting old. creative, but old.
Sorry for all the texts. I got wasted and woke up at the foot of a staircase. From what I can gather, I fell down it.
I'm truly not mad that he's at a strip club, it's that he couldn't look far enough into the future to figure out how to get himself home from one
I just need to stick to one night stands and delete social media
someone stole all your weed so you told us you were planning each of our deaths
You don't know the capacity of my vagina
sober me thinks like you do. drunk me needs sober me's advice. am i allowed to go to his house?
He shit in the fireplace
Why is the microwave staring at me?!
I am the image of restraint, it's why im just hungover and not in the hospital
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