So. Did i wake up at 430, try to drive home, stop to throw up at a shell, and try to clean out my car and drop my keys in a full dumpster? Yes.
I like to think that tonight was Jesus punishing James Cameron for his role in popularizing "My Heart Will Go On."
Waking and baking in my bathtub. In a giant sweater. And no pants. This is going to be the best 420 ever.
its warm now so i can go back to sleeping with guys based on their fuckability rather than how much warmth they generate.
there is no excuse for drinking mascato in your room alone while listening to one-hit wonders from the 90s
Woke up the day after the party with a bruise on my stomach. Pretty sure my liver was trying to escape for fear of it's life.
I can't stop drooling did you spike my drink?
It sucks laughing and vomiting at the same time, trust me. I kind of remember
then looked at this little girl next to me and was like "don't drink when you get older and don't let your best friend be with assholes." she looked at me like i was crazy
It was the hardest I ever came in my life and once I could see straight again I just looked at him and said "cool"
dude, I felt like being high in a Santa hat and eating five boxes of cookies was right for today.
We could have mediocre awkward sex or mediocre stunted/awkward/uncomfortable banter. The possilities are relatively finite
Is it too far to say to someone "you're useless for everything besides sex"
Well I'm glad your Saturday night went a lot better than mine. I spent mine crying in a McDonald's parking lot.
And ANOTHER guy that I once got naked is doing gay porn now. Wtf? Am I the audition?!
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