4:25 am: I want you here. Ugh.
god I wish I could record you sometimes, you're so neurotic
I mean don't get me wrong, vaginas are terrifying, they look so sneaky with all their layers and secret compartments and trap doors
Have you ever noticed that nowhere is the same thing as now here, i get my best ideas when i smoke
the roller ball on my blackberry is the closest i've come to touching a clit in 2 years.
I'm pretty sure there is a country song about this exact situation
its freezing days like this when i seriously consider littering to speed up the global warming processes.
let's skip the party, and just play drunken wii, again. its time to give my vag a break.
I'm ready for my liver to be the last casualty of 2009
I have a completly random but serious question. Can I make a paper mache mold of you ass and turn it into a pinata filled with airplane bottles of liquor? Its for my art class
I feel like passing out with my foot on your face has bonded us at a very fundamental level.
Oddly enough, the sex change dream i had made me miss you more.
You jumped into so many bushes for no reason
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
He fell asleep cradling my ass and every time I moved he adjusted his hand accordingly. I've found the one.
Randomize
