i miss vodka and anonymity. college is so rich in both. in college we are a many armed creature, lubricated with beer and sex.
her bridesmaids come in huge, huger, wtf, and free willy. all their gown are strapless. its like watching the Hindenburg waddle down the isle.
I woke up in a place I've never been before, with people I've never met before using me as a table for domino's.
ya i guess you have to take things with a grain of salt in a place where nipple clamps are the norm..
I go to a class slightly intoxicated and they bring in a baby. What a life.
Our lady landlord called. Dot worry, I handled it. Drunk. Tell her it was Nate. Done. Good. Bye. Drunk.
I'm calling in my "fuck at anytime anywhere" card. Meet me at my place in 20 min, wear your Waldo costume.
Couldn't find my swimsuit top anywhere this morning but finally found it in the skimmer of the pool so thats how my night apparently went
The last thing I remember from that party was me shouting "hold my feet I'm going in strapped like Rambo"
Yeah, I fucked him. and the worst part is his name was Jesus. And nobody said it in Spanish. Just Jesus. There is no way I can avoid burning when I walk into a church from now on.
He keeps singing a song about someone called the dayman.
....fighter of the Nightman?
Have you ever seen death before? Bc it's me right now in yesterday's clothes.
He started planning our future mid-hookup. You tell me how my night was.
Let the clothes fall where they may.
I ate cake in bed. Felt great
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