I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
It's cute how he thinks we're going to have sex again
I don't care how hot he got, I can't get past the PTSD flashbacks of the first time he fingered me
Can you give me a hickey quick? Im going to a white trash themed party. Completely serious
get over here soon, theyre throwing bbeers at us from the roof. keyword : throwing
Bryan's allergic to that cheap detergent, so he's been naked for three days. But we're all used to it now, so the party is still on.
Oh my god there's only so much masturbating one can do before one wants to fucking cry
One day we'll be rich enough to go to rehab. Until then, fuck it.
tried to make it look like I had been conscious/awake and out all day when I stumbled into cvs at 6pm to buy plan B
update: I failed
Sounds like either a very good Friday night or a very bad Saturday morning.
I do NOT want my proposal story to start "...he was peeing on me and then..."
So we decided we're going to stop having sex...except for tonight. And probably tomorrow.
He played with my nipples while singing "How great thou art"
DAMN HIS BEARD AND ABILITY TO USE TOOLS ON A LADDER!!
I really wish you were home bc youre the only friend I could ask to use an at home waxing kit on my vagina. I need you.
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