he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
Well, according to foursquare I checked in "@under the bushes" at 3:27am. This could explain some things.
Interesting preview of what next year will be like. Side note, missing a chunk of flesh from my middle finger.
By the end of the night i was making legitimate noises not just saying moo.
NASCAR RACE 2010 NO REGRETZZZ!!!
It is literally 8 in the morning.
I can't live in this building much longer. People are starting to figure out that it's me making the weird sex noises.
Number of twigs I found in my hair: 5
She's barefoot and topless screaming "HERE KITTY-KITTY" at a stray cat in the ditch on the side of the highway. How do I get her back in the car?
I feel like that's something that he should've asked me over dinner..... instead of with his hand down my pants? maybe not
In unrelated news guys should not ask what I'm doing/wearing if they can't handle an honest answer. I'm not pretending I'm not sitting on the couch in yoga pants watching Community so you can beat off.
I think you should do the fixer upper relationship. Like lawyers do pro bono work with underserved populations, you can do pro bono relationship work.
It may be a clusterfuck, but I'll be looking classy as shit as I watch the nightmare unfold
I probably shouldn't be taking relationship advice from my side piece...
Does anyone remember last night? Because I still don't know why I now own a goldfish and a ceiling fan made of pizza?
DUDE NEVER CALL THE COPS BACK
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