He wanted to take me out and said we could "go huntin in the woods."
im spending all my christmas money on new years parafanalia aka things I will ingest or lose by the next morning
i hope whoever thought of bagged wine flip cup last night has the same hangover as me. not ok.
he fucked my hip out of place.
i keep looking at my boobs and it just baffles me how he could give this up.
He just referred to himself as a sharp shooter. I had sex with that.
The bouncer yelled at him for poking at the guy selling roses, I think it's time to leave.
there is vomit in the pocket of my dress coat. i remember thinking "this is a weird place to puke" at some point in the evening, but i dont understand how i did this.
We also had a full on debate about how realistic and useful teleportation and time travel would be...and only used Twilight Zone episodes as "scientific evidence"
I was figuring I'd break up with her after work, but before Taco Tuesday
We spent 45 minutes searching the crevices of our friend's car with a pair of tweezers trying to find the acid that we dropped
I can't decide which is better: the sex, or remembering that I have ice cream in the freezer after he left
It's like the drive of shame on fucking Christmas. Happy birthday Jesus
I'm a girl who met my last three bfs in gay clubs. Think I'm doing something wrong?
I found out he hated a girl that I hate so I fucked him. My reasons for fucking guys are getting bad.
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