I don't get it.
Me neither.
But I masturbated to it anyway.
we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
just got off the metro to throw up and got back on like it ain't no thang
really making moves this morning i see
He must be back home now. He moved his box of beer from her porch to ours.
Oh well shit happens. This is my not worried face. This is also my still decently drunk face.
There is a guy, stoned out of his mind, only wearing slippers and a bathrobe in the library.
I started making breakfast to subdue the hangover and last of the shrooms and only got as far as eating a half frozen pierogi out of a dixie cup.
Yea it's a sex scar. But if anyone asks I tripped up carpeted stairs
Gregs sitting in the living room in his underwear hitting the bong watching a rob schneider movie. His lack of fuck giving is inspirational
Using mass transit when I'm hungover makes me feel like I missed my calling as a serial killer
And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention
The Easter dress struggle is real
Yep. Just had to pull mine off to puke.
Sitting in my kitchen at 3am, craving dick and eating peanut butter instead. I'm not sure how I feel about being 27.
skipped tacos for a blowjob. No tacos. No blowjob. More importantly...no tacos. Wtf?
Seeing her tonight. She doesn't want dinner, just wants me to come over for awhile. My penis just sent me a thank you card.
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