Fuck u you updated twitter but didn't answer my text
I know you're alive
i'm out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.
I don't even know how sober sex starts anymore
you wrote "5 million dollars" in the tip line for the pizza delivery man and insisted that he deserves it
It was annoying to wait 4 hour for him to be inside for 5 seconds.
I feel like we had some profound moment last night, but I can't really recall much past your ass turning up the volume on the radio.
do you know how hard it is to walk a mile drunk on 151 it's hard yards are soft and every girl looks good
You offered me some of your "Jungle Juice." It was just 151 and Absinthe. I don't know how you are still alive.
One day. I will touch his hair. I'm curious if it'll be like a soft cloud.
There was a group of girls next to us. One was smiling at me. I only remember walking up and saying "oh you're Russian". Not sure where it went from there
Just me, my martini, and my backup Martini.
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
I was like, booze is the closest thing I have to a father. Don't pour daddy down the sink
I survive off of bourbon and the tears of others only
Stay calm. It's a titty bar. A ring of cocaine will protect you.
Randomize
