he kept looking at my chin until i asked why, then he just said he was making sure his balls didnt leave a mark.
Phease come get me i thought i was in a place i don't even understand
literally every day that goes by where he doesn't talk to me makes me more determined to get him to have sex with me
I don't remember how we paid for the cab. I do however remember giving him my heels 2 help with the bill.
Admitting I go to nursing school is my subtle way of saying, yes, I know every muscle in your penis and how to effectively use them.
I'm pretty sure I have a cold now from having sex on the hood of my car in the rain. Worth it? Absolutely.
I'm at this kids house trying to figure out if I pissed in his kitchen new years eve. Lmao, stop letting me drink.
I should probably go to bed before I start to care about why I started drinking in the first place.
He really thought ahead and just left the tequila in the mail box for late night pickup. Best. Friend. Ever.
No memories of receiving this. Or of getting home. Or of apparently developing a taste for marmalade, which I assume is yours because I have literally never eaten it before. It's all over the kitchen. And my phone. And in my hair. Oh god I wish I wasn't on the train to work. X And sorry about the kitchen x
We should drive around in your Jeep on snow days and get stoned while we help random strangers stuck in the snow. So much good karma.
Nothing like waking up naked and alone on your floor to remind you that you make life mistakes often.
But can mardi gras accurately capture the essence of my tiny rage?
I believe in your delicious
I'm in the fetal position trying to figure out a way to get someone to deliver me pancakes.
Randomize
