i need a wealthy benefactor or a cocktail job. or to start stripping. or kill myself. whatever.
i love when people i haven't talked to since we fucked write on my wall.
At what point last night did I start ordering doubles?
Right after we had the just friends talk..
there is no 'pace myself' on the blackout express
I just want to see him this morning so I can bask in my wasted accomplishment.
DAMMIT. BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY IS GONNA GET STUCK IN MY HEAD AGAIN. FUCK YOU OLYMPICS.
He also gave me two gold stars for sex. On my nipples.
As soon as I got there, you appeared out of no where, yelled "they're giving away free cigarettes!" in my face and then disappeared and I didn't see you the rest of the night.
How exactly does a handjob become fancy?
Blueberry lube, and champagne.
It was an interesting experience to have sex while there was a triathlon going on right outside my bedroom window because it sounded like everyone is cheering for you in bed.
How supportive!
My cat is watching me play with my new vibrator
Nothing like a dick pic from your fave ex to make you audibly exhale sadly.
I told him I was studying his body for art, so now I have to actually do a drawing of him to not look like a creep and so we can hook up again.
i think we sleep fucked last night...
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
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