So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
two more shots til everyone in this club gets to see my cesarean scars.
hah yeah. there was a kid puking in the bathroom and this idiot brings in a potted plant and was like "yeah he's like, not getting enough oxygen"
all we did was drink wine and talk about how people who dont have facebook dont exist.
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
and i do it all in one night. I'm like santa but a whore.
He has horses apparently. I wonder if we could fuck while riding a horse or if that's too dangerous.
You are softly singing to the wall while slow dancing with it. I feel as though you should discontinue this behavior.
I'm watching sex and the city with my wine and Wendy's. I'm not sure if this is single woman empowerment or not.
I spent a good part of the night in a bear hat claiming I'd changed spieces
I'm almost too old to be on The Real World but feel like I'm too young to be on The Bachelor and I'm just really confused with my place in life.
It was the highest I'd ever been. I felt like a blob. A blob eating a burrito.
Like a gentleman I waited until you were done vomming to start my Big Mac.
i now know why i keep getting pictures of poop. apparently someone put my number in a girls bathroom saying i am a poop lover.
you text any of them back? this is probably the most women you'll ever have texting you in your life. don't squander a good thing
If you don't respond in the next 30min, I'm going to assume your in a sex coma, in jail, or dead... All of which I've become accustomed to, and will follow the appropriate channels of notification once you notify me.
Randomize
