He was dressed in cheap leather and smelled like death.
And then he said "good night girls" and kissed each one before I put my shirt back on
his blackberry tasks were 1. take names and 2. kick ass
Had a dream I was a monkey and smoked pot out of a bong made out of a tree
also since I use google voice my ads in gmail switched to DUI services after this conversation
I. Put. Them. Back. We are NOT making a habit of jail visits.
I want to break his glasses with my pelvis.
Having vodka and cokes for lunch at work today because absolutely ZERO fucks are being given.
I don't know what I'm more pleased with, the blowie last night or that fact that there's still 20 dollars in my wallet
I told him his only options were from behind or me on top. I was not about to mess up my $80 blow out before graduation.
Trying to figure out what I just puked. Demon weed is salad. No more drunk buffets.
I'm never celebrating Galentine's Day again. It was a whorrific mess.
if he ever tells me he loves me when we are sober, i am a goner. just fyi.
No, I barely made it home last nite. Kept telling cab driver I live across the street from Susan Sarandon?? Thank god her coop addy is posted online.
i out mim tonsoeep
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