people and things i regret. that's what i want to do tonight.
May God have mercy on my new vibrator.
he was humming party in the usa while we were having sex.
I'm high, and her 2,100 tagged pictures annoy me even MORE. I wish it had a google searchbar so I could type in "cleavage pics" to get to the point.
As we walked into his room, he said welcome to the hurt locker. I should have left, but I love that movie.
Thank you, bloody toiletpaper I found in the hamper. I was worried that today was going to be boring.
Vodka @ 9pm. Library. Nothing can go wrong, I promise.
After he came all he could say was how great the lighting fixtures where in my apartment.
wanna tell me why theres a glass of water stuffed with tamptons in the freezer?
Tell me about it. Running across highways take alot outta ya. When he found out, he was all "concerned" about it.
I know we said we never would. But try fucking a fat guy. He put in so much more effort and then made me waffles.
I asked him to explain what he meant by "hooking up" in paragraph form
What'd I miss?
Erotic hypnosis and studded dog collars.
Why do I always have at least 8 men with whom I am conducting some sort of poorly planned love experiment?
I'm either hallucinating or there is a dying cat outside my apartment....
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