Should I text him? Life is confusing when you actually like someone instead of just wanting to blow them.
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
i just got a fart via voicenote. blackberry has officially changed history.
I fucked the bump it out of her hair. just had to let everyone know.
shes on the floor puking and texting simultaneously.
He kept trying to order 'sex on the tennis courts' for a drink last night
I'm having horrible flashbacks of being groped by Pauly Shore.
I like to take my ritalin one pill at a time with each pill spaced out a couple minutes so I feel like I'm going super saiyan when they kick in.
Had to go see my sisters new baby this morn in the clothes I wore to the rave last night. Still drunk. Almost dropped it. I'll be a good aunt right?
I found out he put two potatoes in a jar because he wants to make his own vodka.
Wake up. Eat bread. Find your dignity. Don't be late for work again.
Somehow you're a lightweight AND an alcoholic. Rare combo in one person. Well done.
Well, I told him that it's not all about him. Then I gave him the best blow-job in the history of blow-jobs.
FUUUCK. sunburned vagina. this is the worst day ever. i'm not leaving my room until it peels.
Double-fisting ice cream and wine. Do not send help.
Randomize
