just woke up. wallet empty. bottle empty. tattoo in pen on my arm. smell like bad sex. woke up alone. and wall-e is playing on my computer. need answers.
New invention idea: vibrating tampons
And that's when I found out that Patrick wasn't in fact down with O.P.P.
he was persistant. I supposedly owe him a bj from high school.
I'll be listening to "I will always love you" and sobbing uncontrollably all night, care to join?
Taking my infected piercing out in the parking lot of the food card place. This is one of those life defining moments that makes me sad.
lesson #1 of freshman year: grinding with a sombrero is difficult
I crawled out his bedroom window, forgetting he lives in a split level and there is a 10 foot drop back there. I had to text him to come help me I twisted my ankle.
Sounds good. Look at us. Planning sex like proper adults.
Wake up. Eat bread. Find your dignity. Don't be late for work again.
We had sex and then stood naked in his living room eating zucchini bread.
Thinking about licking your asshole. And hugs and stuff too I guess.
Get off the floor, put away the cookie dough, get ur shit together Scott.
i feel like a cleansing fire is the only way to purify the house
he tried to have the "are we in a relationship" chat last night. I stuck my fingers in my ears, yelled lalalalalala very loudly at him and told him I would stop having sex with him if he ever tried that conversation again. bad person, or just being a realist?
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