yeah. pants. i need to put pants on. i didn't do that last night. big mistake
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
its 4am and she invited me over to split a 'romantic bowl of frosted flakes'...really dude?...what do you think she's trying to say?...she better not be kidding about the frosted flakes though.
There is a pube in my fucking eyeball
Idk. I woke up marinating in beer on my beanbag. Idk what you mightve done.
You can't possibly imagine how much I miss you. At least I'll always have that hidden folder in my computer.
but there's so much I wanna do before I have kids. like die
I feel like I owe her child an apology or something after blowing my load on the tattoo she has of her.
I decided taking Molly and seeing Birdman seemed like a wise life choice.
You were a cyclone of alcohol and bad decisions - like a gay Tazmanian devil
the sex was good. her showing me pictures of her 4 year old daughter afterwards was not.
His ex told me that she wanted me to "take care of" him but from the way she said it I couldn't tell if she wants me to look after him or murder him.
I'm eating animal crackers on my bed next to my vibrator writing about the hopelessness and depravity of humanity. I am LIVING.
Fuck the library it's too quiet and makes me uneasy. I feel like I'm so isolated I should take off my pants or something
Thanks for supporting me through Robs retirement. I'm still in shock, but your dick helped.
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