he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
Why are handjobs necessary in class?
The walk of shame is slightly more complicated when you wake up in the wrong country...
in the morning i found her name, number and address on one of the empty pizza boxes. also said "ps. if you find my shoes please mail to me."
I probably wouldn't hook up with him if I had to deal with more than his penis. i think cumulatively we are up to a minute of actual conversation this week.
when I sang my humps to you I meant it.
Who is he, asking me if im dtf without a question mark
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I woke up and he was just feeling up my stomach. I felt like buddha and he was rubbing my belly for good luck. never again.
Then this bride walked into the bar, she thought it would be a good idea to hug her & then she started playing parachute with her train.
The walk home lasted longer than the sex. He lives in the flat above the bar.
We smoked weed. AS A FAMILY. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL.
It's the never-ending clusterfuck that is my love life
Woke up on a lawn chair hugging a bottle of vodka. Hows your morning so far?
It was like I was gay for pay but except being gay I became straight and instead of for pay it was for coke.
That confirms what we've all known all along. I'm a bad gay. I have no fashion sense.
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