So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
you thought you were invisible so you started narrating your actions.
i'm sorry, i thought "hey, she wants TO FUCK YOU" was a good enough cue
We did a shot for each one. Father... son... and holy ghost. That wasn't enough though so we moved on to toasting dead relatives.
Last time I saw him the sun was coming up and he was asleep in the student wellness parking lot. For some reason people were peeing on him.
I told him I'd go cook him breakfast, but ended up passing out on the kitchen floor in the fetal position spooning the dog
Looking forward to meeting the person naked and passed out at my kitchen table.
I saw a crackhead in a ballerina outfit riding a bike while waving her hands and one leg in the air. Never seen such talent in my life
Mom looked at me, frowned, and said "it makes me sad to see you drink before noon.." So i told her if she doesn't like it she needs to stop waking me up before noon.
I think I'd be more bothered by his cross dressing if I wasn't secretly into women..,
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
According to the boxer briefs I found on the couch when I got home, I take it your date went well??
Actually we have similar relationship styles aka no relationship... it could work
Had a dream we were competing for tomatos.
I showered three hours ago and yet feel the need for another one already. This is my day.
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