I realized tonight the smell of my dirty pads remind me of my grandfather.
The girl behind me at the dollar store said couldn't wait to get her permit, then requested a pregnancy test. God I love being home.
sorry we overslept. have a good day at work. p.s. thanks for making it feel like my vagina got hit by a train.
I've officially decided that whoever created hate sex should be on my christmas card list.
he said I could live with him because I'm cheaper than a dog and don't need a pet deposit. That and I don't piss on the carpet...
By midnight I was dipping doritos in frosting...that's how my simmer break diet is going.
Was just walking through the park by the river. Saw some random in a tree, we climbed up, blazed with him and bought a bag. In the tree. Real shit.
I only feel half bad for cheating on him because while we were fucking I was given great relationship advice and now I'm ready to work some things out.
But seriously, I hug most of my drug dealers.
Life just isn't the same without him waking me up at 4 in the afternoon with a look of pity on his face...
I only listened to his story about leaving the Amish community because I was hoping for a free drink
Good. Need a drinking partner later. FOR AMERICA!!!
I hate vagina strikes, but I must not stray from my path. My boyfriend will know the true meaning of blue balls.
No, supporting your unemployed boyfriend IS NOT what credit cards are for.
This little girl and her dad are walking behind me. "Why is he wearing pajamas?" Mind your own business, kid.
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