ok this is the part where i go up stairs and pass out incoherently untill 6 30 tommaorw morning and not rember any of this. love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
not allowed to tweet this cos she's following me but i definitely just got head in a stairwell of the university of chicago. wanted you all to know.
As it turns out, drunk trust falling that guy at the top of the waterslide didn't really work out for anyone..
i'm going to look back at this as the time of my life when i casually dated that autistic guy
I found him with a guitar and his kitten in his room. He was singing a song he'd titled "you're a cat". Guess what most of the lyrics were...
I kind of feel like BP. I'm dressed in green and absolutely horrible for the environment.
I have 4 passes to the spa here, walking around with a robe on and putting cucumber slices on my penis. You guys should come hang out here. It's very relaxing
I just don't know the best way to tell him I think I saw him in a porn. I mean I got off to it, isn't there some level of awkwardness there?
I may have to steal the boat sober, but I feel that would be harder to explain.
I spent the day drinking wine and meditating. I'm zen as fuck.
When you're not at your house I assumed you're somewhere having sex
A woman with Alzheimer's pointed at me and said, "Don't forget to wear socks, because you're a lady!" I think it's legit advice.
I want to die, ON THAT, with that INSIDE ME. ironically, I sense that would be the only time I'd feel alive.
I woke up with sticky red stuff all over my sheets, face, and chest. Apparently after I blacked out I thought eating ribs in bed was a good idea
duddde i wasn't even home last night and someone elses clothes are on my floor and there glow sticks everywhere?!
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