I just woke up in the 4th floor lounge at 5:30AM with my ipod on to springsteen and a condom on
God dammit. Now I'm pissed at Arizona, while feeling bad for my poor, poor penis.
I really love her but I don't think I can go the rest of my life without anal.
I love sluts.
I end my prayers with that every single night.
sunday morning discovery: something purple, smelly, and sticky my hair. any suggestions?
Just think about how many life skills I lack. Cooking... Driving... Sobriety...
They let me out of the holding cell just in time for me to get the morning-after-pill. Rock bottom feels even worse with all those hormones.
I know. They started calling me The Incident. The hotel maids, that is.
Ended the weekend putting away 30 nuggets. Training for 100.
I had my first sober conversation with his roommate. I remembered half way through that the first time we met I was getting fucked on his counter
My neighbors are outside blasting Hootie and the Blowfish while drunkenly hitting a stump with a hammer. I could get used to this.
We bonded over blowjobs and stories of our childhoods. It was beautiful.
Peeling duct tape off of my dick is definitely one of the stranger sensations that I've experienced.
I try new drugs instead of new boys. That way you can't scold me about the importance of condoms
I woke up with a pube in my teeth...I'm disturbed cause we're both clean shaven
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