I don't stand out in a crowd. I'm the girl you don't notice, not because I'm unattractive, but because the sight of my friend's cleavage and legs diverts blood away from your brain and takes up all your attention. Not that it matters; if I want you, I'll let you know.
This blog is not safe for work. It covers, among other things, my more unusual sexual fantasies and experiences, most of which my closest friends have never heard about.
She went on about how her car broke and how far it was to the nearest gas station. What can I say? I couldn’t help myself!
Anyway, she didn’t take kindly to my mocking and made me walk a mile in her shoes… and the rest of her outfit.
The things you endure to preserve a friendship…
(via knowsherplace)