My dignity? Collapsing on itself like a dying star.
he whispered in my ear that he would be upstairs and i should come up. i stayed downstairs. he came back down and repeated to whisper in my ear. this happened about 5 times until he passed out.
Definitely locked eyes with the stripper who gave me a lapdance last night as she walked by me and into the Ann Taylor Loft in Times Square.
i'm in his phone as sushi coochie
i made the cop pinkie-promise not to arrest me if i failed the breathalizer.
He texted me for drugs this time. Not sex. I dunno if I should be pleased it's not sex or disappointed that I come across as a druggie
cheating on your boyfriend is the best diet ever, I've barely eaten in days. The guilt is killing me
i dont care if it was her birthday. if she leaves me with a half rack of budweiser and her boyfriend obviously shits gonna go down.
I'm making presurgery martini's. You need to be here.
He threw up, and left his credit card next to the puddle. He kept on saying he wanted to pay for the damages.
Just made a PowerPoint called "Reasons Why You Should Fuck Me" at his request. The sad thing is we've had sex before...
No talking tonight. Just drinking and puking up memories
An image of us stuck like that like Pompeii comes to mind. A wonder for future anthropologists
My chance to home wreck was right in front of me and I didn’t grab it by the balls
so my parents definitely heard me when I was cumming last night...
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