After he proceded to violently molest my tits until 9 am i snuck out of his room only to meet his mother downstairs, who informed me she heard the giant sexfest going on in the room next to them.. this was before she called us both "chickenshits".. worst walk of shame ever.
it wasn't sex, it was awkward naked time.
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
There is only so much cookie dough and masturbating I can handle in one night.
so we have officially lost him as of 7 hours ago.. already called campus security, the drunk tank and the hospital. figure he'll turn up eventually..
i'll start checking the bushes on campus.
I don't really want to explain to you right now but i just ate laundry detergent
She is definitely tripolar. Like bipolar but better/worse.
Every once in a while you'd chuckle to yourself, and when I asked you what's so funny u replied "sometimes my toes tickle eachother"
The guy I brought home last night made a speedy escape while I was in the bathroom. The only trace I found of his flight was a lone sock on the stairs.... It was like a whorey low budget Cinderella
I have to remind myself to breathe. That hungover.
And then he said he wanted to "get really weird with me on my horse." I took that as he wants to fuck me while riding my horse. Could be a good time.
Ever since the Christmas fiasco of '08, I can no longer watch Rudolf the Red nosed reindeer without getting a hard on
I can recall having this conversation with a three year old, but go on
I'm looking for whatever I can find, and afford without having to eat my emotional support cat
youll appreciate my drinking habit one day...
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