I miss Michael Jackson so much sometimes
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
Ah, I knew it wouldn't be long before my boobs were introduced into the conversation.
Just had a dream about an abnormally large bottle of tequila. No more depressed drinking for me.
You are forgiven. I sent you a picture of a pumpkin man as a gesture of reconciliation.
Its official. I've reentered slutty territory. I was a condom away from having sex in a childs playhouse at a park. Oh and I lost my car keys.
Shit stained towel. The very symbol of how much closer we are as friends. Fall 011... beautiful disaster
second roommate of the year to get clamydia. go life.
You were great dude. You wanted to charge the guy with fedora $100 to get in.
Just opened up the freezer to find chocolate penis popsicles. Too hungover for this shit
Took his shirt off. Announced he was Jesus. Threw up. Asked me to cuddle him to sleep. And then tried to kiss me. Typical Saturday night.
He got hotter. I'm offended on behalf of the rest of our graduating year.
my nose is crying tears of wow.
Good friends chat about sex - great friends ask about safe words.
He's hot....knda sweaty, drunk smells like feet....but he's hung like a whale....so in other words totally your type
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