My mom seriously just told me my insurance company pays for rehab. In an email. I expect a real, not just us joking, intervention coming on. I'm not accepting a "lunch date" with that bitch.
Confidence is key. All I had to tell him is I'm drinking a bottle of wine and eating chocolate today to celebrate that I love myself. That's how you get a Valentine, my friend.
May or may not have been going down the road shooting fireworks.
He wants to take me instead of his girlfriend to the happiest place on earth... By that He meant Vegas. My morals are just loose enough to think this is a good idea
My Midnight Kiss was a Big Mac.. Happy New Year
Also, if asking a guy to come over and watch curling with you doesn't scream let's fuck then idk what does
Below this exterior of ice is a layer of cum. Followed by a pool of gin. More cum. Then, finally a heart.
75% of my food budget goes to wine, the rest to chips and salsa.
Her son walked in on us and asked if he could "wrestle too."
This whole quitting my bad habits all at once is really messing with my ability to function.
Scientific fact: if he makes a face like a demonic dog when he's fucking you, makes it easier to fuck without feelings.
So, looks like I managed to leave my bra in the boardroom after all the sex. FML.
We need a signal or code word for "I basically shaved my whole body and we should touch each other tonight".
I look over and the both of you are naked, and he's eating chicken nuggets off the floor
I was running because his wife invited me to join them on their kinky Vegas weekend. Crossing state lines is too much commitment for me.
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