I don't make mistakes...just understandable bad choices.
i'm not sure what happened. i know i woke up on the floor of his bathroom, then had morning sex with him. dont remember getting to his apt. dont remember much.
morning sex?... maybe not a total mistake then? he seems like a normal person, so rare at BU
oh no, he's far from normal. i know his high school girlfriend. she's CRAZY. and he definitely deals prescription drugs. also. he had sex with me even though i slept on his bathroom floor.
but she was nice to me.
She was a fuckin STRIPPER.
tonight i'm making a christmas tree shaped shot pyramid
walking through the french quarter. a homeless guy just offered me a pigeon. gotta love new orleans.
I think I have internal bruising from those poses we were doing last night. My own ribs hurt me. I don't understand.
Ok well I'll be up all night studying if you need a wake up call or a place to put your penis.
I was literally convinced that the turkey wrap i was eating was keeping me alive. And i couldnt have been happier. That high.
Ice cream: Good. Fraternity: Good. Eating ice cream off a Skid Row bum's ass crack in order to get into a Fraternity: Homoerotic at best. I quit.
So I'm thinking next semester you should be my own personal maid, nurse, masseuse and chef in exchange for free lodging, any food you can find, and unlimited access to my reproductive organs.
okay the fridge is completely filled only with alcohol. Not even exaggerating. There is no food.
Sometimes I wonder if we're going to make it to 40.
Still at home. Videotaping hamsters.
The cards I get dealt on tinder now are karma for fucking a married man while I was in high school.
maybe you should have closed the porn before you gave the professor your computer to hook up to the projector?
Eventually the conversation shifted (as it always does) to Sex toys.
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