i have no concept of time, i feel my nose, and im seeing everything in bitty hexagons.
Karaoke into a bottle of boones. dear summer in alabama, glad to see you again.
my cup is half full, half full of rum.
Do you how many people I've successfully loaded into a Mazda Miata? Six. Six people. How? Strategically.
he doesn't drink and he's an emt - he'll be our dd for nye in exchange for a threesome tomorrow afternoon.
Imagine the time you most wanted to kill yourself. Now add a room full of jail bait and no booze. Multiply that by a million.
So for future reference.... it's a little unnerving when I can't get hold of you, and the last communication we had was, "Oh fuck... It's tequila"
I totally gave him head in sync to Beastie Boy's Sabotage playing in the background.
You showed your tits for hundreds of beads but magically became shy when there was food on the line
maybe if I avoid him long enough we could skip the talking part of "we need to talk"
The nun costume is coming back hard and it still has glitter and the smell of Vegas on it.
Best. Text. Ever.
Do you rver get that feeling like their are poprocks filling ur boday?
One day he'll find out I do drugs and stop talking to me.
What will you do then?
Drugs, probably.
People don't believe me when I say the bruises are from work. They just smile and say "right." Trust me, I WISH my sex life was that exciting.
There will be bowls smoken and not a single fuck will be given.
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