I think my emotional moodswings have reached a new low. I cried for the entire duration of changing my tampon.
I got a hennah tattoo of my room number on my arm...I love spring break in Mexico!
i guess this means i'm going to be wearing knee socks during sex again
After we had sex he bought me grape soda. I think I'll keep him.
Remember the time we were horrifically hung over, went to mcdonalds, an you merely felt the weight of the mcnuggets box and knew there was an extra?
like it was yesterday
We call it lazy sex. We just lay next to each other and help each other masturbate. that way we can both be on bottom.
I don't know... But I do think this is probably the longest series of texts we've written discussing your cock. David was right, it is a brave new world. Also, slow day at work again?
So I walk in and he's teaching someone in London via Skype how to roll a blunt. I have new found respect for him.
If we can only get laid once in a blue moon, apparently this will be our month.
Because nothing screams stable like yelling at a guy in a bar because last time you hooked up he stole your underwear.
Just saw the guy I slept with last night in a bar. He gave me a high five and kept moving
In that state of mind I managed to bounce back from getting hit by a golf cart and convince an investigations officer that I was okay to go into the game.
My coworker's brand new computer showed up today. He's on vacation for the next week. Brian and I are installing Windows 98 on it.
He called my vagina his wife... how is that NOT creepy?!
You can tell by the way he cuddles that he's got mommy issues
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