After last night's events, I googled "how to change your life direction." I found a really helpful ehow.com article.
Update. It gets worse. A) he's done viagra and B) he wears socks at all times.
hot doctor. gonna get him to touch my tits. 'think i felt a lump' excuse in 3-2-1...
mom came into my room and asked to borrow some condoms. We have gotten to the point where it's not awkward anymore.
Remind me tomorrow to take that ball-gag out of my purse.
i have this gut feeling friday is going to be interesting.\nAnd by interesting I mean I feel like im going to get punched in the face by his girlfriend.
Oh my god. My pre-date bowl for nerves tuned into "I'm too high for this date" he kept talking about trucks and I couldn't stop making racial slurs.
She licked EVERYTHING then yelled at me in Spanish. I just kept saying SI.
his face was nice enough, but his choice of footwear screamed columbian drug lord
Terrible hangover + phoenix airport + pizza hut....I think I might have entered one of the levels of hell.
I'm sorry I didn't respond. I had a shit day. However, I just masturbated to Adele's Rolling In the Deep while crying. It was oddly therapeutic.
Yup on the verge of buzzed and drunk. I managed to make my way into my cat's box house to fall asleep. I'm comfortable
And then he said, "let's have sex and I'll send you home with enchiladas."
We went there specifically for you to break it off with him and I walk in on you two in the bathroom with his dick in your mouth
but he had pizza... so i win
I give up.
i really love you but i feel kinda dumb about it
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