so the time management class we had to take for work seems to be working. I just beat off instead of waiting for gf to get home bc it fit my schedule better.
Things you owe me: a sober apology, $12, the removal of bbq sauce from my doorknob
I got kicked out because I puked again I'm on the fire truck outside
He set an alarm on my phone to an infant screaming and puking to make sure i take my pill. its working.
I'll be honest. I knew what I was getting into. I'm not proud, but I'll be damned if I'm ashamed. 6 month draught is over. That's justice.
I drove two hours just to throw up on myself today at the beach. My family saw the whole thing and my younger cousin cried
Like wrapping my dick in silk, wrapping that in velvet, and putting it in a cloud. A warm, tight, wet cloud.
I told her the party couldn't handle my playlist LAZERBAWLS and I was right. Cops in the basement, orgy in the kitchen, jousting in the living room.
I found us a new booze connection and I'm writing college admissions essays. The future is bright.
He was so drunk and proud of his 6-month-gym-results he actually made me touch his whole naked body.
Sexual favors are the only currency recognized by the Republic of Greg
I should be rewarded with oreos for not turning into a raging cunt.
It's gotten to the point where waking up in my own apartment is a surprise
I think my moral compass just broke
how does that bad decision feel?
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