can't come. weird drunk guy passed out on couch. long story, tell u later.
wtf. wake him up, call him a cab, get over here!
i just want to make sure he doesn't die. or rob me. plus it's facinating, he's faceplant on the arm of my sofa.
So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
It's noon and i am somehow drinking by myself in a jazz tent in broad daylight.
eating mexican with the mother in law. this meal made her decide to tell us about her colon cleansing diet
he stopped talking to me after i tried to use his body as a surf board
And I kind of want to stare at skinny jonah hill like a weird zoo exhibit lol.
Why are you taking pics in the bathroom with the plunger? I mean you still look hot and I'm totally going to wack off to it.
he didn't stitch me up last time. in fact, he yelled at me for bleeding.
last night we were hooking up when all the sudden he just murmured "mm blonde". i don't know what to think about this situation.
I thought about mashed potatoes the whole way home
It bothers me when I see my old fuck buddies starting families on Facebook.
I was just thinking about if my bath water turned to jello and got a little freaked out
I want to die, ON THAT, with that INSIDE ME. ironically, I sense that would be the only time I'd feel alive.
We were making out and truffle butter was playing in the background. I stopped mid make out session and said, "I'm really sorry but I have to rap Nicki's part."
I'll pick u up. I have to buy a new sofa cover anyway. I swear I've never seem a girl cum like that before.
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