i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
remind me tomorrow that nothing happen between me and the guy who's shirt i'm wearing
i was so high that i was eating crumbs of my bed only to realize they were fuzz thingies. fml.
got them to do a wheelbarrow of shame down the sidewalk after the threesome. I rule
you told him you liked to chip your nail polish to look like different countries. im gonna guess that no, you didn't sleep with him.
It's when I'm in my pajamas and in need of a gin delivery that I miss NYC most of all.
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
Thou shall not celebrate other people's birthdays as if they were thy own
No, I got those cupcakes fair and square. That homeless man should have known not to underestimate the determination of a stoned chem student.
Me ending up in the fetal position in my shower is becoming far too commonplace. It's like a weekly therapy session
also I woke up naked and covered in water but nobody can explain that part.
Just jerked off with bubble wrap. Not as awesome as it sounds.
Apparently drunk me thought it was a good idea to buy $100 worth of band aids and stick them all over everything in the apartment.
I think he knows I took a picture of him. Why I don't get punched in the face more often is anyone's guess.
All I remember is that I was trying to call my wolf pack by howling.
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