Definitely locked eyes with the stripper who gave me a lapdance last night as she walked by me and into the Ann Taylor Loft in Times Square.
I'm listening to bach and watching porn,is that a sign of depression?
Quite the contrary. Sophistication.
he knocked over the vodka and juice...picks up the cup and says "yes", takes the last sip...doesnt even worry about the mess all over the floor and we continue having sex.
please hold off on going into labor, i might need you to take me to the free clinic
Under someone's bed. Not sure whose. I think they're sleeping in it.
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
I was in the bathroom puking up mountains of tequila and when he came to help me, I held the door shut and kept yelling at him to let me be a lady.
I think my staff loses a little bit of respect for me every time you're in town. I may have to puke at work ...again.
Hardest I think I've ever had to work for a shack. Whatevs. Still gonna get my way though. I'll start respecting myself on Monday
Omg I'm puking right now and then sneezed four times in a row. You don't know pain til this happens to you.
I draw, I play three woodwind instruments, I press buttons for eight hours at work and Im studying to be a gynecologist... I guarantee I can make you squirt, babe.
Apparently "I have the beer shits" isn't the excuse my boss wanted to hear. So sue me
No he can't come. I swear to gods he's "Why We Can't Have Nice Things" given physical form.
Like pizza and mermaids make up about 1/3 of my thoughts on the weekends.
Heading there now. Already have a boner.
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