I was hooking up with him in my car, he wouldn't stop with my nipples, I had to literally beat him off of me. He kept groaning too while he was doing it. Sick.
Mommy issues
last night was the icing on my 3 week vodka binge cake
at john mayer concert. alone. to many highschool kids. i feel like a drunk chaperone with a pomegranite martini mustache
she has her graduation year in her skype name, it's like a constant reminder that she's jail bait.
I do remember getting hit in the face by an ugly one because she thought I was blowing on her butthole.
She didn't need to know her brother was thrown out of a bar for getting head on the dance floor. You're a shit head.
Either I'm still drunk or the right side of the bed is now the left side.
I've injured myself in such a way that i am only capable of making love standing up now
These welts and bruises from letting gay boys whip my thighs last night are a clear indication i should lay off the tequila.
I've reached the gravitational age where it's very hard to get my face and my boobs in the same shot without some kind of yoga involved .
I can now recognize that when my wine bottle reaches a certain point, I probably shouldn't tweet, text or call anyone. RESPONSIBILITY
It's amazing what a couple of orgasms can do for a girls demeanor.
I think my biggest regret in life is not banging you in the science museum
Oh god it's open bar.
Last night I realized my life is an experiment of really bad decisions when I had to leave without my underwear. But at least I'm expanding my life experience.
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