it was all good till he told me to dance slow and quiet
you'll never believe how fucking awesome rain man is when you're stoned.
I'm outside your house...sorry I feel like I don't need formal invites anymore.
the sex was "jacking off to playboy" bad.
Let's just say for some reason we thought it was okay to make a burrito smoothie.
You were offering to spell people's name for a dollar.
He is now tagging himself in my pics from last year where he is barely visable in the corner. i feel like he's marking his territory.
Yah at one point i was listening to metallica and doing pushups last night. I went thru alot of emotions.
I flashed some kids doing a church car wash. I feel like I really improved the quality of their lives.
Ahh good point. I got some interesting mental pics and I'm slowly entering a "fuck it, lets do weird shit" phase sexually, but you may have already figured that out since I've been fucking you sideways and upside down a lot lately.
Just asked my roommate if she needs one of my old pill bottles to hold her weed during our move tomorrow. What has grad school done to me?
I don't think that calm, have their shit together people actually exist.
My memory of last night is a delicious blur of tits, ass, and alcohol.
I called you last night? What did I say??
That you love me forever and that I'm the greatest in the world now mohammed ali is dead...
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
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