Today was the day I stopped kidding myself and started buying the handle of vodka.
Drunk. Just jacked off for the third time in an hour. I love not being Catholic anymore.
we were fucking and all I could think about is how my silly bands were glowing in the dark.
If I am going to throw out this whole "born again virgin" thing...i'm not going to do it on someone who is less than 5 inches.
as you might have guessed from my lack of texts, the herpes have calmed down.
I am sitting here. Drinking from a bottle of vodka. Eating shredded cheese from a bag and waiting on him to pick me up after he finishes with his girlfriend. This is what dreams are made of.
You can't spell "party" without "RA."
You know what else you can't spell it without? "Gonna get fired."
The best was when you were crying, and trying to get the bouncer to "understand you AS A HUMAN BEING"
I found pix on her phone of me passed out and her sticking things up my ass. Its over.
I asked him if we were going to get arrested for doing it in the bar parking lot. "Absolutly not" said the guy getting the blow job...
I'm over here willing to be the Yoda of fucking but I guess he just doesn't want to be a Jedi.
I'm sitting naked on my bathroom floor and it remind me of us.
That's my way of saying I miss you
Thrres cinnamon everywgte. Plead cine get me
sober me needs to have more faith in drunk me.
Do you just want me to shit in a Jack-o-latern
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