um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
So, I just sold my textbook to have money for Plan B.
He literally stopped in the middle of sex to look up sex positions on his iPhone...
Her life is filled with shit luck. Its like mother nature is having her period and just taking it out on her specifically.
Yes I hit her with my car. Yes I gave her a ride home. And yes she gave me her number. What's the problem?
shit went down at the bar when this girl with 'morals' totally cock blocked a married guy. she actually kicked IN the bathroom door when they were fucking in there. then we all did shots.
Moment of the day: as we leave the restaurant, she reaches into my pocket, pulls out her panties, and angrily marches to her car. I felt like a sketchy magician.
My taste buds are fucked up, everything tastes like fire after last night.
I've already dropped her on the ground of a crowded bar dancing , been incoherent drunk to the point i couldn't speak and came within 2 seconds all on separate evenings so at this point she should know what I'm about
I knew I was in trouble when she kept referring to the next day as things we should do
So you brought her to my house and left her on my couch.
The cat be actin like a 2:30 am poop is the time to tell me all about her thoughts and fears in life. No bitch, this is definitely alone time.
I know I swore I wouldn't go home with him, but he whispered that he had taquitos and you know how much drunk me loves taquitos.
Of two things I'm absolutely sure: 1. I only took 2 hits off that joint and 2. I definitely ran over hedwig on the way home
Listen all I know is that mistakes were made and she stole the car and drove half an hour for food at 4 am
If you ever get divorced...would you call me??
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