her voice honestly makes me want to vomit. i have springsteen cranked up all the way.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
My gaydar just like overheated and exploded watching the male figure skaters on the olympics
i looked up his schedule, waited outside his classroom, and handed him the receipt for plan b
Class is significantly more awkward when you know that your teacher knows what you look like with your legs behind your head... Just saying.
we talked for like an hour, i feel like we really bonded. i mean i was simultaneously giving him head but you get the point.
I told my dad that bagels were the equilelent of angels kisses and if he bought me one i would do a split
He was banging holes in the kitchen wall with pots. They tried to pull him away but only managed to pants him. He kept "drumming".
He put crushed up bacon in the joint and now we're listening to the Matilda soundtrack I have no idea what's going on
I can't figure out if I'm dying from all of the booze still in my system, or from the cement wall.
Ive been high since the plane left the ground in Los Angeles and Ive been in Chicago. Right now, Im on a train headed towards downtown to go to an anime convention. At this point, I am just taking life as it comes, furries and all.
we dropped acid in chinatown. worst. idea. ever. too many colors. and nobody has any idea where steve is.
Look, you don't know disfunction until you've sat on the john taking a shit and crying while totally sober.
I'm driving to work hungover. I feel like I got hit by a train and then drank that train too.
Although, she is an extremely cool person. She put the "buddy" in "fuck buddy." And I mean that in the most respectful way possible.
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