I looked him in the face and asked if we could stop. he asked why. I said "I can't feel it.". ...I feel bad; I should have faked.
When he was fingering me, it felt/looked like he was digging around for pocket change.
He's doing the 1:45AM lap: he goes around the bar, finds the hottest crying girl 15 minutes before close, and brings her home. I would feel bad for the girls if it wasn't such incredible genius.
this is the 21st century. you drunk fuck him and then go on a date.
how many americans can say they have been laid before eating their first big mac?
just so you know, you can get through airport security with handcuffs no questions asked
In a cab. Towels everywhere. Confused.
What if this is the rest of my life? Sitting at the bar waiting for someone to play Single Ladies
Do you think they make a "sorry in my drunken debauchery I dropped a pumpkin off the balcony and you happened to be standing right there/get well soon" card?
Doing lines of coke through pieces of licorice. Because I can
Impromptu road trip to New Orleans for four days of Mardi Gras. I'll probably be alive and back for Valentine's Day plans, probably won't stick my dick in some random either-might be using my free pass you cheating asshat. Love you. Expect random texts & probably a drunk dial or twelve. You did this to yourself. You're not invited so don't bother. Have fun at work.
I'm at the point where I'm more upset that he got to keep my bottle of Fireball than that he stopped talking to me with no explanation
Btw had an awesome time last night. Found some blood on my shirt and ear but I'll chalk it up to the tequila shots.
At some point the phrase "I've hit rock bottom" stopped having a meaning and became my general state of life
It's been a week I should not still be finding glitter in my pants.
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