this is amy. the small petlike person from the womens bathroom at the reef.
he even offered to make my bed in the morning.
She just left after she spent the past 2.5 hours fuckin the shit out of me. I'll put that in the logbook as a cross country
...and all my boxers are outside in the snow because????
When we started taking double shots of vodka and chasing it with a lick of fruit roll-ups, I knew there'd be hell to pay in the morning.
That's the point of day drinking, get fucked up by 6pm so you can get stuff done the next day. It's the adult thing to do.
You climbed into the Suite next to us at the game so you could steal the half eaten hot dog someone had left on the table. That high.
I look like one classy bitch running in heels through my backyard while carrying a small dog and a large bottle of booze. How am I still single?
Seems like you've kicked summer 2012 off well.
I feel like a cloud. A cloud that wants to be laid.
He also gave me two gold stars for sex. On my nipples.
He thought my hair would soak it up. I HAD TO CUT IT OFF.
I was going to ask the people in the kitchen to keep the volume down, but they're cooking pasta at 3 AM and one complimented me on my polka-dot nightgown. They're high. No volume control.
Current state of being: shivering like a new born kitten on the bathroom floor
Have you heard yourself have sex?
I'm not THAT loud...
My neighbors filed a noise complaint.
One of these days I would like to go out drinking and stick to plan of just getting drunk and not be sidetracked with other people's plans of doing drugs along the way. I didn't even want to not feel my teeth tonight but here we go just another Thursday night when you live I live
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