went in for an STD check and they referred me to an alcohol and drug councilor. kick me when i'm down.
Whatever. I'll let someone else deal with his flacid penis.
i'm satisfied with the level of pretty that his new girlfriend isn't.
After Thursday my breakup "don't screw anybody out of respect" month will be over and I will be set loose. My pussy is purring with anticipation.
Now that there's no chance of him coming over to fuck anymore, I'm going to put up a one-person tent in my bedroom and live in it. My bed reminds me of him.
After I finished inserting the catheter he said he thought my name was familiar. Didn't have the nerve to tell him he was my fifth grade teacher.
I mean he did ask and he said it's cold out but i didn't realize we were that comfortable hahaha sex is one thing but borrowing a sweatshirt?
Locking that text forever.
I think I'm still drunk...I just gave my empty conditioner bottle a break-up speech before I threw it away.
All I've been thinking about for the past 12 hours is sex and SEAWORLD
went back to my college bar last night. Bar tender doesn't remember my name but remembers me as margarita girl...I'm not even mad though
I'm a girl who met my last three bfs in gay clubs. Think I'm doing something wrong?
I have put on lipstick and signed up for class. Nothing more shall be expected of me today.
I mean seriously...It's like the universe is saying "your vagina is closed, move along"
Still, being medically ordered to stuff things in your vagina is amazing.
My brothers dog was hit by a car and died. They're really sad about it.
But they're having a baby! It's like a dog only 40 billion times worse!
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