ok what kind of idiot turns down casual afternoon sex?
I realized tonight the smell of my dirty pads remind me of my grandfather.
he is training for a marathon but can't last more than five minutes on top. worst tuesday night ever
$22.99 left in the bank til payday = 3($7 jack & coke) + 2($0.89 T-Bell taco) + $0.21 in case of emergency.
math is fun
maybe almost giving yourself a concussion counter acts a hangover
he grabbed my head and said "you are a horse. I am leading you to water" pushed it down and whispered "Drink."
He was visibly upset that you'd rather eat nachos than have sex with him.
I think he was trying to tie my clitoris in a knot with his tongue. So awful.
These welts and bruises from letting gay boys whip my thighs last night are a clear indication i should lay off the tequila.
It would be like if I said I had the cure for cancer and my explanation was I like turtles.
I got drunk by myself and ended up listening to Beethoven in the dark.
You were silly, high, and chewing on things.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
fuck sobriety. I want to wake up tomorrow in a park or some shit.
He just sprayed AXE in his mouth to get rid of his bad breath... THAT DRUNK
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