So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
This guy legit just tried to LSAT formal logic his way into my pants. Contrapositives and everything.
i think im the only person who makes thank you cards for their drug dealer
M WATCHING THE HISTORY CHANNEL AND IT SAID THAT WHEN THE LUST PART OF THE BRAIN IS ACTIVATED THE JUDGEMENT PART IS NOT. THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH.
He kept surfacing with a delighted look on his face, guessing different types of food to try to figure out what makes my pussy taste so good.
i caught myself talking to a pigeon about my yeast infection.
Ps there is nothing more humbling in the world than havin to watch cheaper by the dozen on the waiting room tv while getting the morning after pill at the drs. Nothing
I can't figure out if I'm dying from all of the booze still in my system, or from the cement wall.
Did you fuck him in my garden last night?
That WOULD explain the dirt in my vagina
I found my hair extensions. They were in my hamper.
nm just hungover. watching movies and roasting marshmallows in bed, over a candle to avoid life
I saved a note for myself but all it said was "am I a slutty Holden Caulfield?"
The look of disappointment from my cat while I take nudes...
I want sex. When is an appropriate time post funeral to ask for something like that. Like when it gets dark out?
I need to show you how I feel about you by fucking you repeatedly.
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