I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Nicee. Atleast your phone doesn't change pen in to PENISsSSSSSSS like mine does
threw up outside of the dorms in the parking lot in the pouring rain on the first day of class, i'd say summer is off to a good start.
Mostly i might never get belligerent again because im gonna have to keep track of a diamond ring.
I don't know, I think having hemorrhoids shows character. You have to be trying pretty hard to get them.
Fucked her on the patio while some dude drove by on a mower. He waved. Twice.
Made my roommate send me tit pics so I could send them to someone because I didn't want to move.
Normally, it will inspire me to work. Today, it's inspiring me to masturbate.
I think my brain has decided it's boycotting life until it can do whatever it wants.
I FUCKED THE WRONG FRIEND HELP ME
I feel like I put a fire out with my hand but idk if that was a dream or not
I agree with that homeless guy though, you do need a haircut
I just need a big sign that says no more penis please hanging over my head at all times
immediately after sex he started talking to me about nerdy stuff he meant to text me earlier, I'm completely smitten
So many questions so I’ll prioritize. How did I survive last night?
Randomize
