we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
Passed out on a playground for a while before trying to break into the elementary school. Erica thought her captain tasted like cat food, so she poured her bottle into her cat's dish and proceeded to eat it like cereal.
You win. Erica always eats cat food.
i'm using a wine bottle as a spitter. how classy is that.
My favorite part was walking in the bathroom, you fixing yourself in the mirror, calling your reflection a fag, then throwing a haymaker into the paper towel dispenser before going back out to the bar.
It's a special occasion. Hence the 151.
I'm crying, drinking alone and applying for jobs tonight. I figure the alcohol will lower my job standards.
Girl your like that last load of laundry... I'll do you eventually just not tonight.
Oh God! I'm naked from the waist down playing records. Too drunk. I don't even know what to do.
Balls out but with a shirt on. Eating ravioli. I don't know how to deal with this.
Looking at an apartment in Houston. It's right beside my favorite bar and the zoo. Best or worst decision?
Are you high right now?
is that a question or a drake reference?
We would be rich. And the whole world would be stoned.
Then he started caressing my eye brow. Like repetedly. For at least 15 minutes. It was strangely mesmerizing
It has gotten to a point where I just want to sit on his face. Less butterflies, more orgasms.
Like, I can't stand that bitch, but i genuinely hope she gets the help she needs
I never realized the effects a broken spine would have on my sex life
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