It's pouring out. I am cold, wet, and miserable.... Kind of reminds me of our sleepover last night.
the only thing coherent you said from what i saw of you is when you were throwing up, i asked if you were done and you just "uh huh you know what it is"
its so hard to text. the buttons are tickling my fingers
Underwear, t-shirt, bottle of Pinot Grigio and Golden Girls. I've hit a new level of homosexual.
Her stripper name is Geico. I'm not drunk or creative enough to make this up.
You asked her to play "the coma game" with you while hooking up, and then passed out in her bed. She couldn't wake you up so she slept on the floor.
Looks like I won that one
Carving a pumpkin in a gay bar at 2am. How did my life get to be this way.
Go big or go home. Or get a live in house boy you met 7 years ago and feel like you have unfullfilled potential. You know, the usual
I rocked my own world, he was just a prop.
Balls deep in an Orange is the New Black marathon. Bring food and drugs.
We're about to play the try not to vom at the president's house game...
Also...I'm semi-dating the drug dealer that took me to bible study
He came so fast i dont think he got it all the way in. He apologized and gave me his favorite baseball card.
The same idiot-bubble, now just bigger and louder.
He flipped a shopping cart in the back room and had to leave to make a jazz playlist. If we aren't in love then i don't know what love is.
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