Now he's talking about how he's writing in a journal because he doesn't remember "his thought patterns when he was in elementary and that's distressing". I'm walking home. Fuck this.
You kept telling me to "raw dog" your take home breathalyzer without the mouthpiece
she's using the space heater to try to heat up a pop-tart...
I remember your 21st ending with me driving you home while you insisted making bicycle signals out the car window.
I am too hungover to address any of this right now, every time i move it feels like i'm being bitch slapped by the hand of God
The to do list extremely baked self wrote for me last night says "1. Join gym 2. Passport? 3. Join a gym" And then just a drawing of a squid
He played pinball with my ovaries. He won.
It's simple. He fucks me at his place and I fuck him at my place. It's like man of the house gets to top.
I got my period during my acid trip. It was weird.
You're gonna be sprawled out basking in the sun working on your tan like a ridiculously hot iguana, and I'm gonna be here bundled up in about 72 layers just so I don't freeze my dick off looking like the Michelin man's gay cousin
i apologize, I may have called you an iguana
Mistakes were made
I told him I just left the convent and really wanted a man. He fell for it. Sure beats telling him I'm a nympho stalker that followed him to the bar when I saw his beard.
I know you're having some issues right now but can we focus on the gangbang?
What happened last night?
Lets just say you asked me a couple times if you had eyeballs..
It seems I've entered my 21st birthday the same way I entered this world: naked, crying and smothered in someone else's bodily fluids...
It's like a donut of clothes around a pair of heels. Like they were transported to another dimension naked.
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