he referred to my room as the tit cave...
I don't care if you go out, because at the end of the night I know i'll be the one fucking you.
that was completely unnecessary, true, but unnecessary
I took my vicodin with tequila. I can FEEL gravity...
I'm either watching Fifth Element or Hotel Rwanda. There's black people and white people and high life tall boy 18 packs are $11.99 so I could be watching my own hand. I have no idea.
Just had to pull out another loan to pay for that public drunkenness citation. I am so ready to graduate.
I slept with him that night and I'm not sure if my lack of enthusiasm was obvious but I found him eating ice cream in the bathtub the next morning. Mom will be so proud.
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
I'm still pretty stoned. There are mini rice cakes in my robe pocket to snack on in the shower.
There is a doctor sitting next to me at lunch talking about the engorged scrotum surgery he did this morning and I am about to lose my professional grown adult facade.
Update: just imagined being dirty talked to in an Irish brogue and I think my vagina became a sentient being.
He was going down on me and all I could think about was how proud of me you'd be
not sure what the chiropractor did but my junk deserves a cape now.
- I'm finally learning to be functional when I'm high. I feel like this is a milestone.
I snuck a teenager into a club last nite, I felt like such a criminal. It was Awsome
Tonight I totally got eaten out in the old school photo booth in the mall. Will send you pics of the photo reel asap
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