My mind said no, but my drink said yes.
So yesterday I was on craigslist and I saw a listing for a sofa-cum-bed. I knew what they meant...
i either got mauled last night by a velociraptor or an angry lipstick lesbian. could have been both
so the guy who showed me the apt today is now texting me and asking me out for drinks...he's at least 20 yrs oldr than me and highlights his hair, but part of me is wondering how low i can talk him down in rent during sex? wrong?
why does he think he needs to feed/take me out to get some ass? we are at a bar wasting my fucking time
We are like the golden girls with less cheesecake and more drugs.
Same, I didn't even get to be tarzan this summer
He wants to be 'in an open relationship'. Fuck that. That's the online equivalent of letting him pee in a circle around me.
Guess who got arrested for public drunkiness, and called jimmy johns for the entire station last night instead of someone to bail me out? The cop that arrested me drove me home. Win.
found a naked boy completely buried under a pile of her clothes and terrified...she says she was "saving him for later"
she worked me into her spring break cardio plan. im mondays and wednesdays.
Just made a memo in my blackberry that contains seth's funeral arrangements. I have a feeling he has big plans for the weekend.
I think we have it figured out.. She's my wife when she's here and gives me advise on how to get ass when she's 1500 miles away.
Its official... I need to stop being so slutty.. the guy I had sex with on friday delivered my jimmy johns tonight.
Dont ask questions just say words. where can i find plan b?
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