just found more coke in my pocket. i love not washing my jeans after every individual use.
I projectile vomited in his sisters room where the toiled would have been if it were the bathroom.
it's like getting dryhumped by a chainsaw in the very best possible way
I need to hump something and I know u understand.
I wouldn't call that a crush. It was more of a minor brain aneurism.
How's dinner? Come here? You can bring your boyfriend if you're ok leaving without him
You know just a typical night. Eating peanut butter off of tablespoons and having sex to our favorite Christmas carols. This is my favorite time of year.
He just stays over and makes naked pancakes in the morning
So, no matter what happens today, hold on to this. At least you're not naked under your ex husband's trench coat being stopped by the police who also work with your ex husband. Long story. Actually, not a long story. That's it.
I figured you were on something. You're way too happy right now to be sober
he told me he liked me . I thought we were just fuck buddies . This ruins everything!
He took some pill and now he's on all fours demanding we give him chips from the dog bowl. Come get him.
I hate who I am becoming
I think of it as growth but I also hate who I am becoming as well
Ohhhhhh, that night......I need to stop drinking, almost all of my conversations that take place Wed thru Sun after 8:30 are one blurry haze.
so i may or may not have just had sex on the stage of the lecture hall....
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