So I had sex with him again. He's still got it. Not chlamydia, he got rid of that.
I'm getting the same feeling waiting for the web-page to load that has my final grades that I get when I take a pregnancy test. I think I'm gonna leave my computer for 3 minutes.
Woke up to 'distilleries' on the history channel. Proceded to vomit all over the floor. Back on the wagon today.
Broke up w/ my married coworker...work is gonna get weird.
Tonight was the second time that I've pretended like English was my 2nd language to avoid conversation w a creeper.
You went down on Rachel in front me last night. Worst. Brother. Ever.
They are fixing my bike for free, trying to smoke me out, and their kids keep hugging me.
Half way through sex he whispered in my ear, " your the second best I've ever had" then proceeded to tell me to sit on his face.
Cleaning my room at 2am, in just one corner I found six beers, half a pint of whiskey, my flask, 2 shotgun bullets, my crown and shimmer lotion.
Henceforth: booty calls will now be referred to as "deliveries of anatomy". That is all.
He ordered a meatball sub with a side of meatballs.
I wish I could open myself up and check on my liver. Make sure it's hanging on. Ya know?
He shit with the door open. I think that means we are in a realtionship.
At about 2:30 i found you passed out in my closet with your face covered in cheese whiz
Its like a glacier coming out of my asshole.
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