He kept buying me shots of tequila. I decided to just save myself the half hour of toilet hugging and tell him straight up that I intended on sleeping with him. We got Tacos on the way home with all the money we saved.
It's not my theme song, it's my blowjob song. There's a difference.
There are bruises on the top of my foot. The pole won.
I've been ignoring his texts cause last night I put him in my phone as 'ignore for atleast a day' and I trust my drunk self.
You never know how much you love your bed until you sleep with 4 other people in your car.
She's posted my bail. Twice. Of course I'm going to be her wing girl.
He said he would pay my bar tab if he couldn't answer my question. He lost to the age old question of our youth. Why did pogs go out of style.
So the day after the 4th I'm sitting here drinking Molson and watching NHL free agent frenzy. From patriotic American to drunken Canadian in 24 hours flat. Booyah.
The fact that I am laying in bed on my stomach with an ice pack on my rump is a clear indication that I am no longer in my carefree 20s
Summers almost over and we haven't golfed, got naked or had sex yet. Let's do all three in one day, no particular order.
Threw up in hyvee parking lot. Thanksgiving shopping complete.
I’m going to try to be less of a cryptic bitch this week. Should be nice.
I stole $10 from the guy I hooked up with last night.Not sure why but it was definitely more satisfying.
I would have wore underwear last night if I knew I had to change a tire this morning
I don’t have enough daddy issues for this shit, make him go away
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