I have to tell you about my conversation with the cloud dragon!
Sucks about the cops last night
to be honest when I first looked up I wanted to know who was coming from a costume party..
The night started going downhill when I set my foot on fire.
Learned my lesson. Pink pantydroppers out of a beer bong=deceiving
Better than last year. I didn't wake up to an after thanksgiving human shit on my living room floor. I think it's a sign I'm growing up at almost 30.
I don't like him near enough to give up day drinking AND my prostitute costume
it wasnt a pity fuck per say. i wasnt attracted to her, but still thought 'that looks like a fun ride'
I've started a list of places i want to drink. To go along with the list of places i want to have sex. Lincoln's log cabin is on both.
Slip and slide hallway was not one of my better ideas.
My day in three words: secret purse cake
The guys are trying to figure out my orientation....think theyve settled on "drunksexual"
I had a dream about that dude. It was the first time I had a dream about him since the tryst.
The tryst?
The hookup. I like using sophisticated words for my foolish decisions. Makes me retain some dignity.
I already left my house once this summer. Maybe we could do something in October.
I have need of you to return home with haste, as I require the magical capsules you possess to relieve the posterior pain I am living. I battle this demon with stubborn grit, however I feel that defeat is on the horizon.
If I ever write a memoir I'm thinking "Choosing to sit in a vat of shit" would fit
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