the only difference between me and a prostitute was that i complained a lot more.
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go home
just cut a line with my blood donor card...i feel like it will help remind me that i was once a productive member of society.
He held me the entire night. Not endearing kind of way. Like kidnapping or held hostage kind of way.
I don't know if its because i'm stoned or what but painting my kitchen yellow makes it look crooked
I've done nothing but whore my gay ex bf out for the past 48 hours. It's getting weird.
And then he told me he was too tired for me to suck his dick. Physically and mentally too tired for me to suck his dick. What the fuck?
I really just want to stuff him in my purse, take him home, feed him pudding or applesauce and brush his hair. That's not creepy, right?
The maid moved your bed and found almost 40 used condoms and wrappers. She just looks at me and says "Dave?"
The drunk mom in a firefighter hat just told her to leave.
I woke up to an alarm on my phone that said "Buy Plan B" and then the guy offered me a hairbrush... which seemed polite at the time
It's fine. I wouldn't trust either of them to be my workplace drug buddy.
Sometimes I wish I lived alone because there would be no one to judge me if I wanted to have whiskey and popcorn for breakfast.
but real talk, he made 1 phone call last night and had someone bring us tacos at 3am so idk I might be inlove
Girl I'm contemplating picking up some adult diapers. That's how bad this is and it's only day 2.
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