So it's like pop-o-matic trouble, but with penises
never let anyone you met on skype borrow your car. lesson learned.
Still at the library. i hate tax accounting so much that i've started calling it potions...
on todays agenda: meeting with a life coach then going to the dollar store to buy batteries for my vibrator. clearly im still unemployed.
I just wanna go home eat some pizza rolls, get warm and jerk off, and it's only 845. This shit was supposed to make me see unicorns. Not cry
I think I've lost the thrill of being a slut. It's just that the newness has worn off, I think.
I need to find my pants, a way out of here, and a cheeseburger.
I really need to find a new way to reward you other than head scratches, nutella and blowjobs.
Don't worry I'm alive. The apt is all locked up so I'm sleeping on the patio. The frozen pizza I got might be toast unless someone lets me in soon. If not its all good I'll be here snoring on the patio
This is the point in ur life where u should realize there's nothing left but a spiral of shame
I should but I don't. All I see is an escalator of success
Rob and I are cross faded and the only one taking care of us is a drunk person who's making us dance.
If pulling your dick out counts as a hobby that is his.
that guy was staring at your tits.
nah, more like they were staring at him, and his girlfriend, and her less than adequate bosom. they pitied the fool.
point taken, oh mistress of the bosoms.
I'm about 40% drunk. You know, not drunk enough to light the bar on fire, but drunk enough to let the cougar hit on me.
If by science you mean beer then YES!!!!
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