so i completely puked my brains out. a lot. he held me up so i could brush my teeth. then we proceeded to hook up for the next four hours.
he's a keeper
Minivans at bars can only lead to bad things.
Any time before 12:00pm. Can go fuck itself.
We got really high and decided it would be a good idea to wash towels in the dishwasher. I left before I could see the final result.
My goal of the day is to not shit myself. That's it. Setting the bar real low
He took a picture with a naked dude. I think he just walked out of that deep ginger closet.
Honestly I'm so excited to go to bed I feel as if I don't deserve to be in my early twenties.
All I vaguely remember from last night is getting up on that nice mahogany table and debating about squirrel's rights
I just found a To Do list on the table, written by me last night, that just says "1. Go downstairs. 2. Get Pickles. 3. Laptop"
I might run out into oncoming traffic. Id rather break my legs and/or die then continue with today.
I already left my house once this summer. Maybe we could do something in October.
I feel like it is our duty to make homophobic people more afraid of us. They're never going to change, but maybe we can get to a "wrath of god" kind of worship-him-or-he'll-destroy-you-with-his-care-bear-stare type thing.
No I did a yoga dvd and hit my ex up via email for some pot in exchange for his mail.
Apparently I was directing traffic outside of Keeneland. Apparently I'm not a police officer. Who knew....
So many questions...the two most important are, where the fuck is my booze and how did you even get the couch through the door?
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