i seriously hope you fucking die....you are the worst.
SHit! Sorry, sent to wrong person
I had a dream last night where you were a transsexual in a low cut blue dress with lovely long brown hair. You were very pretty. I hope you are well.
woke up naked, spooning with wine bottle.. and my video chat was still open. fuck, not again.
the not having weed thing wouldnt be nearly as tragic if it wasnt the one holiday where they launch bright flaming things into the air
I have a voicemail from Mike at 1am. He starts to say something, but then throws up instead.
we were doing it doggy-style and i felt him pop that pimple on my back.I have mixed feelings about it
pretty sure I called you last night to sing Hebrew to you.
You slow clapped the stripper last night.
Pissed along side the highway while waving at all the traffic... if thats not a sign of a productive night to come then idk what is
I know it's not technically the "Mile High Club" but we def need a name for the airport bathroom. Cuz that just happened.
Made myself shower before I'd masturbate. I probably should have wined and dined myself too, but that's pushing it too far.
My nipple piercings are like the guardrails, that's why they feel so safe.
feelin groggy baby? need a coffee? vitamins? a nice good fuck on the piano?
I may have been mad at the Supreme Court/patriarchy and tried to hate fuck myself.
At least I got steroids and a baguette out of the deal
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