4:12a: just got back to his place now. I don't want to talk about it
just found out there is no tactful way to ask your girlfriend to wax her stache. no matter what a google search would have you believe.
So I went out tonight...met a guy who slightly resembled my dad,huge creeper, he asked me to "hang out" so I gave him my moms number since he was more her type:)
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
I started drinking at 10.30am. Ive got a solid buzz, ive decided holidays are to be treated like gamedays
I managed to lose everything but my socks.. which stayed on all 6 times we had sex.
Aww you are cute. With your penis. And failures.
The port-a-pottys are knocked over so I have nowhere to sleep.
the good news is that i vommed the last of my humanity last night.
welcome to the club.
We ate our feelings. Then drank our feelings. I feel feminism delivered.
Braid them armpits, sister.
You sent me a picture of you licking the bottom of a shoe and the caption was "it tastes like shoe"
Fuck you, if it wasn't for us going to the city, she would be using me as a human sex toy all day.
I'll be honest, I too would punch the 21 year old version of myself in the face, and then have rough sex with him.
He called me Kitten either just because or he figured out my old s&m life. Either way huge turn on.
My mother is currently smoking weed with a dying bee so his last moments aren't miserable. And she wonders why I rescued a grasshopper missing a leg.
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