the night i cant remember will be the night i always remember thanks to my "i
i have nine cents in my fucking bank account... not even a dime
so the guy who showed me the apt today is now texting me and asking me out for drinks...he's at least 20 yrs oldr than me and highlights his hair, but part of me is wondering how low i can talk him down in rent during sex? wrong?
My low point of the night was when my roommate spit out her jello shot and i took it...
she uses eco-friendly sex toys. she is the literal definition of a hippie.
He was eating mac and cheese. Raw. Like as in he was eating the uncooked noodles then pouring the dry cheese in his mouth.
Well im sitting on a futon on a porch at 1:30 in the afternoon drinking boxed wine out of a pint glass next to a chick with a homemade neckbrace. What do you think?
Moments after comforting her about her boyfriend issues I found myself in the other room showing him my tits.
ugh... fuck pirate breakfast. my head is like thirsty.
It's a good thing my liver is flexible because a lesser man would be dead
either he just commented on my nose ring or he's offering me cocaine, I honestly can't tell
Even though I'm gonna be a felon I'm having fun for time being.
Truth be told it's significantly easier to get over someone when they file a police report on you
you ass-dialed me while you were fucking my ex.
that was on purpose.
Left my wallet at the store. Wouldn't have noticed if the joint I just rolled wasn't in it.
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