I'm playing musical beds - it's not very fun
walking through the french quarter. a homeless guy just offered me a pigeon. gotta love new orleans.
Alone. In an inflatable pool. Drinking vodka and raspberry lemonade. I don't need approval as much as I need to know you love me still.
He was a bulldog and my face was like rare meat. Never again with the drunken ones.
The bartender gave me the kids toys. Paddle ball & a gecko.
He compliments me like a gay guy and fucks me like a starved nympho. I'm in love.
I told them I got hit by a car again and now im pretty sure they think im being abused but there was no way in hell the truth was going to fly. Employed people aren't supposed to break their faces in piggy back ride accidents.
I just had to dig under a pile of condoms in my desk drawer to get to a blue book. Summer is officially over.
I feel like I knew it was fucked up, but feared that god would take my dick away if I didn't use it last night.
they superglued a cigarette to my fingers...i think I need to quit smoking.
somehow he and i always have our deepest conversations after phone sex.
You're not drunk til you wake your roommates up screaming at your ceiling fan
I just wanted to be the best at what I did even if that included sexing a whole fraternity or sorority ya know?
Let's not share with anyone else in the apartment of how we simultaneously peed in the kitchen sink last night.....
Fuck you i've put so many pretzels in her shirt
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