we got back to my place and he started talking about feelings. i politely told him to leave and that he managed to cock block himself.
Pot didnt help. Now Im even sadder but now im afraid of the clouds and the crickets.
Apparently the library doesn't care about celebrating the day Jesus became a zombie.
oh man. maybe i should puke on his dick? just to test how much he loves me?
I really should sober up and deal with this hangover
It seems to be one of those life decisions I'm perfectly content never making though
I want to meet new people and vomit on their things instead\n
Ohhh. Its been awhile. Vending machine hotel condoms are $15 here who can afford to not get herpes?
Apparently I'm ahead in the foot race to his dick because I'm not insane. If I'd have known that's all it took, I'd have worn sweat pants more often.
It sounds like drunken magic sprinkled w narcotics
does the cute hipster in the kitchen belong to you?
if not i want to bang those glasses off his face
I no longer believe that the road to self esteem is through his penis.
This guy on the tube is sooooooo high. Eyes are bloodshot and he's licking his headphone cords.
Hopefully they won't bring up last year's Christmas party. I kind of predicted my great aunt's death...
Cum just came out of my nose. That is all.
All I want is to get shitfaced and fuck random strangers is that really to much to ask?
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