Went to mcdonalds... Wishing I could throw up the last 20 hours of my life.
i need to break up with him. i realized this while i was making a mental grocery list while we were having sex. this is not the first time i've done that.
He is passed out on the kitchen floor. He will fight you if you disturb him. Just a warning.
and on the second day it was tequilla tuesday. and the lord saw it was good.
the coastal evacuation route ends at my vagina so you can just skip the bullshit and come over
I barely even remember him. He is just a distant beard in my past.
is year to celebrate how much I love you, I made a mosaic of your penis with conversation hearts. it's in your mailbox.\n\nHAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO YOU
He put his hand in my cleavage. NOT ON. IN. BETWEEN. NO more gingers
He's going to be my graduation present to myself.
I started having a bad trip because I closed my eyes and got lost in a forest of patterns and I knew my mom would be upset.
I couldn't think of the word "bath" so instead I told him I was marinating in soapy water
She gave me a can of steel reserve to pour on myself in the shower
we had a full conversation and he only brought up drugs twice. overall I'd call it a success
Mom has wine in a to go cup. It's that kind of night.
Did I ever tell you what happened that night after he ran you over?
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