i should write a book entitled 'the joys of being sexually objectified'
whatever. i fb stalked him and his pic comments are witty. so i'm going for it.
Just assessed the damage in the bath. Two love bites. One bruise on the inner thigh. Strange awareness of what i'm assuming is my cervix. I've definitely missed you. x
there's no toilet paper. I'm using wheat bread.
For once I'd like to have a Taco Sunday without having some random drunk chick flee my house half naked and in tears.
im honestly more upset that i fucked a buckeyes fan than about cheating on my boyfriend...
oh and i'm sorry i sold you for three cigarettes last night
I seriously told a stripper I would hold her hand when she goes to get ass implants.
Remind me in the morning that I've now seen a guy do crack. That actually happened. I'm at the wrong party.
There's a fine line between kinky and serial killer
Chugging this bottle of Jim at the airport is proving more difficult than I imagined. TSA is not amused.
I'm still drunk dear. I just woke up 3 feet from the front door with 20 dollars worth of taco bell in my hands.
summer in europe = liver of steel
I accept that challenge.
Nana added me on facebook...i think i'll have to call her and warn her about my lifestyle before i confirm her as a friend.
Do you remember what happened last night? All I could find we're phone numbers of strip clubs in Detroit. Did we go to Detroit?
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