well there was some sort of sex marathon going on in my house last night..jess and i vs my parents...and im ashamed to say that we lost and my parents out-sexed us
And it looks like I sent you 4 failed attempts at the word "hey." Sorry about that.
You started laughing mid-cry and when I asked you said, "my tears taste like vodka."
I sent him a pic of my tits and he said "Word." I need a drink.
Seriously, this trumpet player gives me chills. Might be the drugs.
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
Just at the gym drinking. We call it treadmillcolada
He looked at me and just said "moist". The entire party shut down from uncomfortableness. He is an anti-party wizard.
I also know you puked in your shoe.
That would explain the note .... I apparently wrote myself an apology note from drunk to sober me .... saying "sorry for the fancy shoe soup" .... ugh I'll never drink again ...
I spent the entire night stroking his hair. He was cool with it. Never thought a ginger stoner would help me work through my social anxiety but here we are.
Just spent the morning washing Bailey's and Guiness out of my clothes -_-
Most of my life can be described like an HBO prison drama.
Sometimes I look at her and just start choking. She is that much of an evil entity.
I burned my tit while he banged me and it was still the best kitchen sex EVER!!!
Hey this is your roommate. You know the one that let you have sex with her while you called out your exs name and cried?
I have no recollection of that. You must have the wrong number. P.s. your thongs still on the ceiling fan.
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