is it sad that i can describe this night as "the night that i was sober" and we all know which night it was. like literally one night of sobriety.
He texted me for drugs this time. Not sex. I dunno if I should be pleased it's not sex or disappointed that I come across as a druggie
We don't need a hotel, we'll just sleep in the post office.
Potato salad is not cupcake ingredient
I'm holding onto the sink for dear life. Pretty sure if Iet go I'll turn into a shit propelled man rocket.
I dunno what's worse, the fact that I hooked up with a guy that shaves his armpits or that I didn't notice until he brought it up the next day
Apparently when it was last call I jumped up on the bar and told everyone to get the fuck out, which was immediately followed by a round of applause from the bouncers/bartenders and my tab getting paid as well.
They gave me patron and potatoes I couldn't say no
Nah, he's definitely here somewhere. Whether he survived the night or not is your problem, but I'm pretty sure he's around.
WHY DID YOU NOT OFFER TO LET HIM STAY
Dude, it's like you want him inside me more than i do
I know what I want to do this Friday. However, it might end in me getting kicked out of an arcade and a mini golf course.
I am now picking what guy I will hang out with based on how many Pokémon they live near.
This night could easily degenerate into a drunken haze of strippers and gambling, but I need a support network.
Just got invited to a tree party by some random chicks. They're literally just sitting up in a tree with a handle of rum and a box of goldfish crackers and yelled at me as I was walking by...
You're a FUCKING ASSHOLE. Love mom
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