I think scott just propositioned me for sex
he was shitfaced drunk and couldn't walk but could still recite the top 10 in order from the first season of american idol. impressive
he asked me to smell his eyeballs.
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
I just need to actually convince myself that drunkenly having sex won't help me forget the last time I drunkenly had sex, it only makes the situation worse.
Just filled the brita up in the bathtub because we couldn't get it into the sink.
I bought him bourbon as a thank you for his apology. What is wrong with me?
You just can't come from being "the girl who shit her pants."
So his shoes are still here. And there are three contacts in a case. And a shirt on the bed. I've checked my dorm and he's not here. I'm so confused.
Well you ended up trying to convince two Greek girls that you were Greek, but failed massively by shouting at them in Spanish, and then almost vomiting after taking way too much snuff. Maybe lay off the guinness next time?
Holy sore nipples Batman
I've been rehabbing my soul with cheese and wine lately
Im looking at the faintest of claw marks right now. I just fell in love all over again.
I learned three things this morning. Don't get out of my car without my keys, don't let a girl paint my nail unless I'm getting laid by said girl, and lastly I learned how to break into my own car.
Rough birthday weekend. Eating McDonalds in the shower and used a fifth of sky as a pillow last night
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