it felt great physically, but AWFUL morally.
We were so bored at work tonight that we were in dry storage taking turns pouring the boxed wine we use for cooking into each others' mouths. I think I'm starting to understand the "problem" aspect of "drinking problem."
I was pretty stoned. I thought I needed a seatbelt at the restaurant.
i just fucked the bartender on my cruise to get free alcohol. have things gone too far?
I'm telling people I'm celibate. It sounds cooler when it's by choice.
she both took care of me and took advantage of me. it was BEAUTIFUL.
Her directions to the house party: "the north star will guide you, turn left. I'm wearing the potato hat"
According to FB I fucked in a field 365 days ago.
I guess our biggest consolation is that we haven't woken up in a hottub with a dead dude. Yet.
I am gifting my birthday sex to you, but its okay because I can always just have birthday vibrator.
I was so drugged up it was amazing, I felt like a dinosaur "because I enjoyed spinach, and I got apple juice and only dinosaurs get apple juice" according to me the day of, and last night I felt like a rocket ship
And also the fact that I woke up sandwiched between two gay men is probably fueling my day
Last night's dream consisted of you, me, a sauce pan full of cocaine and light sabers. I almost cried when I woke up.
So vagazzling was a success
The moral of the story is this:the last shot of the night is always a mistake
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