another moral hangover. fuck.
if i were to get pulled over right now, the only thing i would be guilty of is listening to 90's Mariah Carey
we sang an acapella version of barbara ann to his voicemail...i'm not drinking again until tuesday.
but i got with him after midnight so its technically 2 days
BROstal carolina. Watching a boy drinking rum and coke out of a cup of noodle empty cup.
I need to talk about my life with someone. Preferably with someone who hasn't tried to jizz on me
Semen is not good for contacts.
Woke up on a mattress on a roof this morning with a pair of briefs next to me. Oh fleet week.
The best part of that night wasn't even the sex, it was listening to her explain to her boyfriend why she was naked in her room while I hid in her closet.
Using a joint as a bookmark. What is my life?
God loves me. So high, craving Jimmy Johns chips, looked down, unopened bag in front of me. Still doesn't feel real
If my penis could make facial expressions, it would constantly have a smile on.
Also, I've finally come to the point in the relationship when having sex with socks on is ok.
The amount of effort it's taking me to not shit my pants this morning is probably a sign to slow down the drinking
Just so you know, you called at 2 last night and kept making me tell you that I loved you and then when you got home you thanked me for walking you home. Incase you forgot, I'm still about 200 miles away.
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