Ha. No worries! So loud here &god I love drag queens! How does it happen, the congealing?
I asked her if she had any t-shirts of bands that didn't suck. I got a Sublime shirt and my answer.
The more I throw up, the more I am remembering exactly what I drank last night...in order.
In the middle of switching positions, we shared a line of coke. It's was like a modern-day 'Lady and the Tramp.'
he built a boat made of joints. holyyy shit
he's only going to be home for two days, his dick is going to be in me for the whole 48 hours, he doesnt have a choice.
I feel like somebody ate me, then shit me into my bed.
I GOT A VENDING MACHINE FOR OUR LIVING ROOM
My public calorie counter app is pretty much just a cry for help.
I make one hell of a fire on Ambien. Other life choices not so much. But fire. Fire I can do.
No memories of receiving this. Or of getting home. Or of apparently developing a taste for marmalade, which I assume is yours because I have literally never eaten it before. It's all over the kitchen. And my phone. And in my hair. Oh god I wish I wasn't on the train to work. X And sorry about the kitchen x
There will always be a place in my black heart for him because he gave me my first sex-induced orgasm. While you slept on the bunk above.
My dick pics could make it to the popular page on Instagram.
I know I'm high, but the dude in target definitely just told me that it's best to walk through every door in life like you're a t-rex....
Jarrod's passed out on the chair with a cup of milk and I've been staring him down in an attempt to use telepathy to make him spill it. Attempts unsuccessful.
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