Today I realized that I've had whole drunk relationships with people. And sober me has and wants no part in it.
but i really can't criticize. i blacked out waaaaaay ahead of schedule.
considering i was high when my dad made me pee in the cup i might fail this one
at first i was worried but she assured me her frail vegan body would have no chance at conception.
Sitting here wishing there were men in my life.
me too. too bad ive decided to fill that hole with cookie dough, closing the door to future men one fat cell at a time.
I tried. Now my legs are bleeding and I cracked my head on the coffee table. Never taking your advice again.
I'm helping my Mormon ex boyfriend from high school embrace his inner cross dresser. This is truly god's work.
someone to text and fuck? since when does that constitute a relationship?
since 2006
We need a full length mirror. I just ate it trying to look at my shoes on the toilet. But aside from a arm bruise I'm good to go
I almost went home with him but then my hydroxycut fell out of my purse at the bar and I ran away
It's disgusting. He breathes through his mouth and just sounds fat. Plus he chews all loud and shit.
he just exposed your dildo usage to the table.
I just sustained a forearm injury dancing to salt n peppa in my kitchen. Fack. I pushed it real good.
She came 4 times, called me a god, then made me breakfast. I don't think she is ever going to leave
Where you at? Come home and endure this shit show called "The Second Presidential Debate".
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