addddeeerrraaaallll.
ok i'm not sure if that was a success statement or a cry for help.
i have absolutely no control over my now miserable and whore-ish lifestyle.
just saw a guy throwing up in the urinal at Dennys. Either he had one hell of last night or we are going to eat somewhere else
I have to have sex with him again. I feel like I need to train him so no other girl experiences that bad of sex.
I'm in a hotel full of Marines. I'm leaving here pregnant.
For Valentine's Day I've purchased six lighters and I'm decorating them for him. I'm on a full ride to an art school and this is what I'm using my talents for. An intervention is needed. Please stop letting me date stoners.
not totally sure where im at but i think i've definitely woken up on this couch before. bong on the coffee table looks familiar. should be able to find my way home
I think the paper my teacher just handed back to me had one of his pubes on it, I'm way too hungover for this
You know when you get a stripper pays your bail. You got good wood.
Then he texted me that I was the "good kind" of fat.
Accepting his friend request would be the Facebook equivalent of pity sex.
I'll accept that I'm a woo girl. Just not the drunk cowboy hat wearing bar mongering twat bag type
I'm asking you this because you're my dad....is coke a drug I should try?
i came so much i feel like i were to try again, only dust would come out. and maybe glitter
Sorry, Geoff can’t come to his phone right now. He’s outside trying to show his dick to a bachelorette party bus with “DTF” written on the windows
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