So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
That's kind of creepy but I guess since I'm wearing your dad's pants nothing is off limits anymore
we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
I cant remeber how long i've been laying here...it could be 10 minutes to a fucking day
the next morning i told him i was impressed that he remembered my name. he said it wasn't that hard when "tracy
Yeaaah, so cabbie laughed at me, and said, "rough nite? Let me find you some music" . apparently OPP is the appropriate ride of shame soundtrack.
I told him I'd go cook him breakfast, but ended up passing out on the kitchen floor in the fetal position spooning the dog
My text message history should be ashamed of itself right now.
A man that refers to my vagina in third person is a man after my own heart.
It was one of those nights where you get back from the bar and end up staying up till 3AM beating off to facebook photos of girls from college
When you're awkward as a teenager, it never goes away. You just mask it. With makeup. And boobs.
Ive only just recently decided that NOT fucking you would be best for both of us.
Letting Freddy Krueger eat me out = HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ME!!!
I don't remember what you did, but I DO remember that i'm supposed to hate you for it.
Sorry, i'm on a strict diet of vodka and regret
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