cherry cherry boom boom

i pray to god one day i find someone who is both intellectually intelligent and emotionally intelligent. actually lets throw in stable childhood and negligible mental health problems. and can fuck for more than 15 minutes.

i hope shes having a terrible day

why would u message me telling me you want to watch my cats for me and then ghost me when i say yes. people are so fucked up

im so depressed. and im gonna have to keep talking to her until she gives me money and transfers the utilities. and its 100 fucking degrees. kms

my great irony of my life is being a fat uggo who is incredible at head. i be in my head like they dont know what they’re missing (they have never even considered it and wouldnt want it even if offered alskdkdkdjjd)

if i was as good at anything as i am at taking showers we’d all be eatin good

petsitting is an absolute fucking racket. 25$ MINIMUM PER VISIT. so min $50/day to keep my cats alive while im away. i mean thank god my bestie is taking mornings but she has a lot going on and cant do both, and finding a way for this to happen without me spending literally my whole savings is fucking with me. i was setting myself up to spend $250 absolute max and that would literally cover 5 meowtel petsitter visits. im gonna be sick