we had that weird still in bed morning after conversation. Her dad is the vp of my company.
Omfg I am plowed. Had drinks with 3 milfs. Going out on their boat tomorrow. They want to show me how buoyant they are.
I stood up and a chip flew out of my shirt and landed in the chip dish. I just walked away.
We need to start having rules for the weekends. Like no more downing 3 shots because we want to slut dance a little harder or because biggie just came on.
This whole foot fetish thing is getting out of control. He would rather hold my feet than me after we fuck.
I want a grilled cheese and an IV
We'll find out our level of friendship after tonight. You'll be helping me move a body. My body.
It's fine. I wouldn't trust either of them to be my workplace drug buddy.
Plus he stuck it in when you were sleeping which would have been the tipping point for me but you art school kids are all liberal and shit
I'm sitting on your porch drinking wine from the bottle. Just so your new neighbors know what kind of people are in the neighborhood
I gave you keys to my house and drugs. This must mean we're in a relationship.
I made him laugh his dick is mine
I want sex. When is an appropriate time post funeral to ask for something like that. Like when it gets dark out?
You cuddled up under the blanket because you said it smelled like Santa and vodka.
And then I woke you by humping you to Lionel Ritchie.
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