i'm trying to reconcile what i did last night with who i am as a person.
Just boiled hotdogs in bongwater. NOT a good idea.
It's like a choose-your-own-adventure. But the adventure is already chosen for you. And it sucks.
I opened my browser to a doctor page titled "serious pain under left side of ribcage". Last night must have been healthy.
His mom just described him as a manipulative, deceitful bastard -- oddly I still want him
he thinks im joking when i say don't visit. i mean it's summer...he was the college fuck and now it's time for the summer fuck
I'm hoping to finish this bottle of wine before I pass out, I don't want the remainder spilling on my white down comforter.
Can't show you right now as we are in public and he refuses to let me photograph his penis in a bar.
votings over. no more wacking it to anti christine o'donnell ads
when i tried to put the condom on he started screaming about how he didn't want his groceries bagged
Just because I tried to backhand you with a fist full of cash does not make me violent
I just caught myself watching and Irish step dance documentary in my underwear drinking nyquil through a straw at 2 in the afternoon. today's off to a good start.
that's where you went wrong. never assume I'm adult enough to do something on my own.
So you drank bourbon with cough syrup?
I still had a cough. It only makes sense
fuck Derek. I choose weed. weed isn't angry and would never ask me to be someone I'm not.
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