i am fucking proud of myself.
my get laid quick dress worked last night but now my victim has to come back to my house this evening to pick up a cross necklace he left in my bathroom. what the hell is my existence?
do you ever put on a dress and feel like you’re capable of murdering any man that tries to fuck with you?
or somehow every man that’s ever done you wrong is the most idiotic dipshit on the planet?
i found that dress today. happy friday bbs.