My drunk dialing habit needs to go. My drunk habit can stay though.
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
He woke up screaming about pickles. I think it's gonna be a good day.
After he convinced me that my friend had died and come back to life, I decided I was having sex with him that night, and that I should lay off the drugs for a while.
Almost propositioned sex in exchange for a study guide for my final tomorrow.
By midnight I was dipping doritos in frosting...that's how my simmer break diet is going.
My mom and dad are smoking a joint while lecturing me on what to bring and how to act in Europe. I'll finish this glass of wine and head over.
AND OMG I HOPE YOU ARE GREAT WITH CHILD. COOK THAT BUN!
They sat me on college avenue with a puke bucket and people were mistakenly throwing change in it. Got me enough money take a cab back to my apartment.
The funny thing is, we kinda did bring guys home cause you had a fort...
HIS BALLS ARE HEAVEN SENT FROM THE VELVET ANGLES.
Haha. Maybe he's one of those feminine men who fucks like a god then makes you fantastic crepes afterwards
Masterbating to Tolstoy. You?
okay i know we havent talked for like weeks but i just really wanted to tell you that i miss your dick. like alot.
whose this? and thank you
You'll be pleased to know I just had an elaborate day dream about your penis. you were there too.
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