I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
I made myself breakfast and everything and then whoever's house it actually was came downstairs very upset.
felt a little awkward waiting for my McNuggets after vomiting all over the counter
happy find a boyfriend by next Valentines Day. Its like a new years resolution but depressing
He's bought his dick a cell phone. A cell phone. For his dick...
He gave me the number and told me that I if I want to hook up again, I have to call his penis.
WE SHOULD FUCK TWO GUYS THAT LIVE TOGETHER
THAT WOULD BE SO CONVENIENT WE COULD CARPOOL
My chest smells like french fries. Get at me attractive men.
God he's so convenient, drugs, an parties all in one person. He's like the Walmart of delinquency.
I'm pretty sure I said "this might be the last time I'm in here" but then I took his pants off so that's a mixed message
If he survived pride he can survive a gay bar
And you said I'm not athletic, I rubbed one out with my sports band on, it's the same as walking 1/4 mile.
I also woke up in a guys bed in a Reptar shirt yesterday morning staring at a movie theater sized poster of the not as popular Air Bud franchise movie Super Buddies.
Fucking adderall I just talked at the security guard for 90 minutes
Wait an hour then go and untie him. Bring toilet paper and some spare underwear. Want anything from Starbucks?
Who's phone is in my pants and why did I wake up clutching a handle of vlad?
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