i'm not sure what happened. i know i woke up on the floor of his bathroom, then had morning sex with him. dont remember getting to his apt. dont remember much.
morning sex?... maybe not a total mistake then? he seems like a normal person, so rare at BU
oh no, he's far from normal. i know his high school girlfriend. she's CRAZY. and he definitely deals prescription drugs. also. he had sex with me even though i slept on his bathroom floor.
yea pretty sure we followed the trail of your spaghetti-o vomit to find the car
just fit an iguana in a condom...have pics
i left the icescrapper in his bathroom. i dont remember taking it there, but i remember brushing his hair with it.
Oh we will ALWAYS be together. Or I'll have to delete my Facebook altogether. I've drunkenly boobie trapped photos of us into every album. There's no way I'd ever have the patience to go through that deletion process.
It's one of those mornings where you wake up and want to go to church for the first time in ten years. THAT shameful.
"Grocery shopping" is really just a euphemism for spending $20 on enough frozen food to last 2 weeks and spending the rest of your viable paycheck on alcohol.
Guess who woke up with a hangover this morning? The same person whose parents found out and woke her up by banging pots and pans with wooden spoons.
But how do I turn off the feelings though?
Vodka.
Last night was so embarrassing. I got like almost blackout drunk and threw up in my hand and then blamed it on someone else.
He started french braiding my hair while I was blowing him. The question is not why, but how.
Please tell me I was just dreaming when I asked if I could borrow your jesus dildo
Chasing my kid around a 30' jungle gym was not how I envisioned spending the day off work to recover from a vasectomy.
It's beautiful and huge. Like a dinosaur.
You had all day to plan ahead & get mixers, so whose fault is this sobriety?
Randomize
