morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
He is drunkenly eating my teddy grahms and making little growling noises as he bites the head off of each one.
finally achieved: got laid in the religion section of borders. thought you should know.
Now that the olympics are over we have no excuse for getting belligerently drunk for nationalism every night.
I am standing at the lion i publicly humped last night. i am mortified.
My last google search was 'bulk asian wives' I don't know either
You could have chosen coming to fuck me over getting too hammered to drive. But you made your bed, and now you get to jack off alone in it.
He is so amazingly handsome. I just wanna fuck every shred of decency out of him.
I vaguely remember stopping for a bag of bugles and some lube and then I woke up this morning with melted chocolate on my hands. I think I love him
I'm on this new diet called "I have 10$ till next Friday, I have rice
The last thing I remember about last night was guzzling white zinfandel out of the box and eating cheese. And I was thinking OH YOU FANCY HUHHH
Where you at? Come home and endure this shit show called "The Second Presidential Debate".
I'm 80% sure I have pink eye. This is my penance for being a homewrecker.
Why do I always have at least 8 men with whom I am conducting some sort of poorly planned love experiment?
I'm on a walk of shame carrying YOUR pants. You owe me.
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