So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
you started keeping track of only every even numbered drink you had
Its not really a relationship, its more of a sex for booze program.
speaking of graduation plans, i'm blacked out eating sausage
"Don't get as drunk as I was on my birthday" has been upgraded from a goal for Friday night to a goal for my life in general.
Due to the events of st patties day last year I created a moral and ethical policy so that I won't get kicked out of the bar again. It mostly consists of not wearing pants so then I don't take them off at the bar.. and subsequently get kicked out.
it took us a while to figure out sex on a tire swing, buuuuuuuut MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
I was having the most awesome dream about onion rings and you hit me and told me to stop touching you...WTF?
I didn't know where we were going to start fucking, so I just strategically hid condoms all over the house before he came over.
Oh it's tea and biscuits for everyone. An possibly pink eye
In unrelated news guys should not ask what I'm doing/wearing if they can't handle an honest answer. I'm not pretending I'm not sitting on the couch in yoga pants watching Community so you can beat off.
Well waking up naked, covered in Chex mix is not how I planned to start my Wednesday if that's what you're getting at.
my nurturing instincts told me to take his clothes off
i dunno dude, he took his shirt off and is rubbing jello shots on himself. i think he's done
I woke up wearing mittens dude
I woke up in my bathtub with the potted plant from downstairs.
checkmate.
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