So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Let's just say there is a bloody hand print above my bed and it's not mine. Literally.
I think my plan to not drink this week was just ruined by my mothers discovery of the chat function on facebook
I've officially moved beyond college drinking. I just got business drunk at an internship seminar.
hes a good boy he deserves a good blow
Pretty certain he passed out for a while going down on me. Absolutely certain he passed out during the blow job.
well once we started drinking vodka out of wine glasses there was no turning back
I'm trying to spell out I love you with a series of photos of my penis, but I just realized I can't do the Y of you
I have your shoes, your bike, and someones blue underwear. Round 2 tonight?
I dont even remember coming home... All my stuff is strewn randomly around my apartment... And I woke up at 5 sitting propped up in my bed with just my arm in a shirt
I think the multiple Sunday morning sirens outside my window are a plot by the cops to get back at me for the shit we pulled last night. Or I should move to a better area.
Just saw a couple do like 5 Sakai bombs and my dad goes "who says love is dead"
I need to be more functional. That doesn't mean I'm going to drink less, I just need to wake up and shit
So what other shows do you masturbate to? Or is it just friends
Thank you, BTW, for defiling my bed. Glad it was done well.
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