I am currently in the waffle making stage of highness
he said he got tested two months ago... he goes with his whole family.
I sat alone in Buffalo Wild Wings eating chocolate cake on Country Western karoake night. The waiter asked me if I was ok. Twice.
Things we need. Powerade. Water in fridge. Mixers for vodka. And reality checks.
I ended up with a gash in my head from drunken dancing last night. I love life.
I had something called a trashcan. Never again. I almost fucked chewbacca.
Drinking gin at a party, riding a giant inflatable walrus all around the living room.
So, I'm drinking, and I put my head down in the table. The cat jumped up to check on me, I have a cat sober monitor.
I just got a call from the front desk apparently one of my feiends was dropped off by a handicap bus passed out in a wheel chair unlv is goig down
How interesting! I'm adding this to my list of things to discuss with you between fucks.
This means I've slept with 2 ppl that live in vans...my life is complete
I'm running on 2 hours of sleep. Just spent 6 minutes staring at the back of my hand thinking: "I don't really know this that well"
I told him I was going to sit on his face after I got out of the shower, he threw up the arm boners and yelled "STEVE HOLT!!" I might actually stop sleeping with other dudes.
Well, we all woke up in drag with no memory of why we were in drag. On the plus side, this shade of lipstick looks really good on me.
I'm now at a gay bar with our relatives
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