only if we run a train.
done.
I hate cats. They're so curious, it's not their damn business.
I'm already mentally preparing myself for the fact that I'll probably be sleeping next to a toilet.
the bar just sent me a facebook message congratulating me on being a regular and getting such good grades. my life is not real.
I was trying to sing daddy wasnt there from austin powers but apparently I was crying and and yelling jibberish...I get to into this shit
I didn't hate myself when I woke up today, that's improvement right?
After he finished going down on me he came up from under the covers, threw his hands into the air and shouted "take that lesbians!" and finished with "and we have dicks!"
Brian got his first ever blow job last night. We should make him a scrapbook.
look in the field by the highway and see if there is a high heel there. Or some Taco Bell bags.
eating on the run again ?
I told him finishing at the same time would be a long-term project. Like flipping a house. A sexual house.
He said I was doing well, so I stopped mid blow job to compliment his grammar. You could say I like intellectuals
I just got St Patricks day and the day after St Patricks day off, wich I'm pretty sure is as close to a raise as I'll ever get.
I think I sent pictures of my boobs to an Olympic athlete...
I think my life is a one-way ticket to blackout city.
Last night was a bad idea. I'm hungover and the contents of my purse smell like Korean BBQ.
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