White coat. Heels.
Brandy, I need a picture of your boobs. Not time to explain.
soo how bad was i last night?
licking sour cream off of the table at pancheros bad.
he just asked if we wanted to go to an arts and crats club with him tomorrow. every day it becomes harder for me to defend his sexuality
theres a wall by my room thats like, a prime fucking wall. before i move out SOMEBODY is gonna fuck me on that wall, goddamnit.
It's not a good hook up if during you're thinking "how will this damage me psychologically"
Im pretty sure at one point a very high you yelled, with actual tears in your eyes, "im not wrestling with you anymore, you dont respect my safe word!!"
I love it. Like, more than my penis at the moment.
Why did I just find out you and Andrew had sex right next to my face when I passed out on the beach?
At the time it seemed romantic and its also extremely frowned down upon to leave a passed out person by themselves in an unfamiliar place.
Why did I wake up by myself then?
In other news: I found out that my mom used to fuck my newest fuck buddy's dad when they were in school.
You know it's a good weekend when you wake up on Sunday questioning your sexuality.
Dude hobos go hard. I learned a lot last night.
Killing two birds with one stone tonight: mastrabation meditation. Win win.
My sinuses still burn from snorting red wine last night.
yeah i'm making him "thanks for letting me befriend your toilet" cookies. wanna help? i'm sure you'll be making new friends too.
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