i'm going through the NYU 2014 group looking for future drunken hookups. too slutty?
i dont even feel safe using a push mower...that hungover
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
I had to rush to my room and get my vibrator off my bed i didn't want him to know how long it's been since I had a decent fuck.
apparently we spent 30 minutes inside that big Nike store turning all of their Duke gear inside out. for some reason the employees didn't stop us.
All I remember is having a LONG talk with a 23 year old mother with a 5 year old kid at a bar who told me "it's not that bad"
I'm taking a new approach to homewrecking... for science. Or I totally would. I have to see what happens between my ex & his brother when he finds out.
Denis dont give a fuck, Denis drinks out of straws. Denis disregards the fire station & bought 18 fire hoses so he can fight it himself if the farmhouse is on fire.
The universe is cradling this hangover like a gay couple cradles their newly adopted chinese baby.
You were naked with a chalice of Skittles vodka, singing along to Les Miserables.
we're the same shoe size and he owns more pairs of heels than i do. this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship
Wanna get mid day margaritas tomorrow if I'm still alive
as I was leaving in the morning with his clothes on his roommate pops up and goes 'don't you dare steal that shirt, i gave it to him for his birthday'.
Remind me to tell you: When threeways go awry, my MLK weekend story.
I can handle him. I'm made of spite and hot wings.
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