you don't remember? you called me at 330 crying because you were in the middle of having sex with corey and forgot his name. all you kept saying was i'm a drunk bitch.
That sucks. I just talked to a telemarketer for 15 minutes about CSI: Miami and weed.
Apparently it costs $70 to clean vomit off the side of our apartment building.
i woke up in the fire place with a lighter in my hand. if i would have died the night would have made up for it.
Just ran four miles to popeye's. And back. Dedication.
Its hard to hear the music in here over his nasal whistle. And his breath smells like old milk. I think I need more vodka, and he better be buying. You owe me.
I usually just read books and meditate to an aquatic soundtrack of sea walrus's mating. But ill choose coors light instead
Ahh good point. I got some interesting mental pics and I'm slowly entering a "fuck it, lets do weird shit" phase sexually, but you may have already figured that out since I've been fucking you sideways and upside down a lot lately.
So in the middle of making out, he decided to give me a breast exam. God I love dating a doctor. He saved me a $20 copay.
Is it wrong that I get drunk and let him eat me out then fall asleep? He offers me so much and yet I do nothing. I feel like a republican.
We need to stop going on dates to the strip club.
Taking body shots off hot Camren. Get here now.
I think I just got suckerpunched by a 14-year-old.
Its amazing how creative youll get when your house has been out of toilet paper for a week and a half
I woke up spooning with two strangers on Saturday morning... I felt like a sexual sandwich
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