He smothers me through text. I can't even image what he'd be like in person.
I don't know what happened last night but I woke up this morning with "wolf pack" tattooed on my knuckles.
Classy. Drunk on alcoholic "energy drink" at work before 8 am on a Tuesday. Between that and hanging out in bars with no pants on, your life is beginning to sound like a Bukowski novel.
You kept asking who was the good cop and who was the bad cop, you said you only wanted to talk to the good one
YOU RECOMMENDED ME TO THIS GIRL BECAUSE SHES A STRIPPER AND YOU KNOW MY WEAKNESS FOR STRIPPERS WITH CHILDREN.
You gave me your shirt to use as a napkin every time I spilled beer on myself. Before we went to the bar.
Until this weekend, a man hadn't made me orgasm since the night Obama was elected. Now THAT is change I can believe in.
I want to be the sort of person he can respect in the morning once the drugs wear off.
i think the last part kind of negates the first part there
Super stoned right now. And I stared at my exit, thought to myself "hey self. That is your exit" and I kept driving right past it.
I don't know what I'm more pleased with, the blowie last night or that fact that there's still 20 dollars in my wallet
I wish the guy I was sleeping with wasn't on house arrest.
I just want to sit in my tub, drugged out of my mind, and watch the green lantern cartoon while the world as we know it ceases to exist outside my bathroom door, Okay? Is that REALLY too much to ask?
do you know of a way I can die but like NOT die? like not being unconcious, just ascending to an astral plane for a few weeks or months in real world time so i can sort my issues out away from the rigors of life kinda deal, you know?
Btw I appreciate you as a friend for taking the time to validate my sluttiness
He wanted to take me to breakfast in the morning. He told me he respects me after I said no. I told him to respect me at a distance.
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