I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
what kind of morning-after breakfast implies 'thanks for the sex, but i'm not gonna call you ever again'?
He left an unopened 12 pack of beer by my bed. I guess that's his way of saying thanks for the sex..
It's happening again. I feel like I'm under water and my heart beat matches "Teenage Wasteland"
You kept saying "sir officer" which would have been polite and helped you if it wasn't a female. She was pissed.
God damn him and his understanding ways and little hip muscle things.
I think ill wear my dads dashiki but make it sluttier. We shall see
Hah no, But it might feel like water boarding to my soul
I only think it appropriate to apologize for making out with your next boyfriend. It won't happen again.
Watching him is like watching a star slowly implode
My mom is currently out with her lesbian friends and I'm home alone drunk listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack. WHY DO I FEEL THE NEED TO COMPETE WITH HER?
I don't know if I want to fuck him or punch him in the face.
When you make me feel sane and well-adjusted, it is time to reevaluate your night out habits. Just sayin'.
im questioning your sanity while also accepting your reality
My aunt just dropped me off at the bar, handed me $50 and told me she'd pick me up later if I needed her to. I should've gotten my license suspended a long ass time ago lol
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