So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
called my therapist. she asked if I was sad bc of m.j.'s death. are ppl that pathetic?
you need more empathy. some people get depressed for reasons OTHER than being a whore.
After going down on me he either said "there, it's over" or "there's an odor"... I couldn't hear him and was too embarrassed to ask him to repeat himself. I just got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left. So I don't think there's gunna be a second date. =(
I lost of the blow last night. Found it later in my bag labeled Fairy Dust.
sounds like you fell off the wagon.
fuck falling off. at this point, the wagon is a dot on the horizon.
bailing my boss out of jail is a great way to spend memorial day
I have stripper ass cheeks all over my glasses
I could probably do something when Im able to get enough strength to think about thinking about to stand.
It's always a good night until the penis tattoo makes an appearance
Oh my fucking god how fucking embarrassing never again will I mix drugs at a family barbecue
Still slightly drunk, sitting in Hyde park village. Two small children are dancing and singing "call me maybe" on the fountain in front of me. Am I hallucinating?
He's so twisted that he's acting out Dragon Ball-Z by himself. The Tanquray and THC combo doesn't play around.
I'm putting my hangover kit in my car for the trip to work tomorrow morning. Dedication
WHY THE FUCK DID I HAVE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH A CONVICT
While I was giving him head he told me he had to go door to door the next day and "spread the word of Jesus Christ" I felt like a Disney villain out to steal his virtue.
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