going to class early so i have time to go on the moonbounce. this is why i go to art school.
its time to go be "that drunk guy nobody knows"....again.
I have no idea what i drank..i remember dancing and ass grabbing..u falling. Headbutts. Trying not to puke. And deja vu.
Adams eating in the shower, he says it's one of his favorite places to eat. Btw it's milanos he's eating, he says he loves italy too.
she reminds me of the first time i discovered masturbation. that's how you know it's true love.
the "its better than getting an actual virus from an actual porn star" argument failed.
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
No just a slight sexual miscommunication which led to a little (lot) vomiting by one party and a bruised sternum on the other party involved.
I can't even make a guess how that goes.
It looks like a baby bear tried to chew off my nipples.
He tried to break dance on the island in the kitchen and ended up knocking over everyone's alcohol onto the floor then yelled "GUCCI" before vomiting
Take your time. I'm mowing the lawn. In the dark. Drunk.
Plus who wants to live somewhere tom jerked off? No one.
pretty sure I woke up to him jacking himself off IN MY BED
Is there something wrong with us? Seriously.
Possibly, but I'd rather not fix it.
I woke up to him crying and pouring pixy stix in my mouth saying they would bring me back to life.
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