I skipped work to stalk him.
We even fucked WHILE he was making me breakfast in bed.
there is a baby dancing on the table amidst the smoke of multiple cigarettes. i want to trade lives with that baby.
He let me keep his flannel as a "good job" for the great head I gave him.
Everything that you guys said happened came back to me. like a tidal wave of regret.
It's like, I'm the official vagina for that DJ group
Went to get my tattoo today. Found out the piercing girl is bi. I may just get my nipples done to get hit on tomorrow. Confidence is low these days.
I heard about the break up and if you need a place to stay my vagina is open for you 24/7
I hit on her. So did Sarah. Neither of us got anywhere. I swear she's asexual. Like Switzerland.
I think I just ate eggs off of a plate covered in cocaine.
So I paid for the taxi using pennies and hair clips, no need to thank me.
He came over to use the microwave, said he needed to heat up some urine.
I remember caressing his hands asking him if he moisturized, then i proceeded to put his hands on my face
You left a bit of molly on the table and my mom found it. She asked what it was, I said "not drugs"
She believed me because "leaving that much behind on the table would be a waste so obviously it's not drugs."
I'm in the Sheetz parking lot waiting for dad to finish a drug deal.
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