remember tomorrow: you burned the inside of your nose with incense. it hurt.
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
i just found a bag of weed behind my capital one card. i guess that's what's in my wallet.
low key just jizzed in a chinese food container
alcohol. turning childhood friends into awkward hookups since the dawn of civilization.
there is potential here for me to have a consistent access to someone's dick who isn't actually an asshole. i think i'm ready for a relationship.
Does the whole "it was New Years" excuse apply this year?
This is three metal detector wands away from being the strangest porn I have ever been in the audience for.
I faked more orgasms with him then ever should be allowed for someone this pretty.
Smoked a blunt with my dad then introduced him to cinnabon delights. Today was a good day.
Only you could make a reflective vest look even remotely sexy
Note to self: never fuck a Canadian, surprisingly highly disappointing
just discovered a semi frightening wound on the side of my head that must have happened last night. if i die of a brain aneurysm, make sure they put "sorry for partying" on my gravestone.
Just fyi i'm now butt naked in a steam room smoking a bong in some guys house. i sense the weed penetrating my pores.
I kinda just want to steal him and keep him forever
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