all we ever talk about is how much i like your dick or my drug problem.
like literally i think i'm sweating out semen right now
Turned in a paper today on drug abuse. Chose to write about percocet. Just realized I started 2 sentences with "This amazing drug"
It's hard for me to sext him when the picture i see on my phone when he texts me is his facebook default of him and his girlfriend.
Yeah I tried to leave with 3 drinks and the bouncer wouldn't let me, I slammed all 3 right in front of him and football spiked them in the trash can
I am only moving my arms so I remember that I can. These brownies are wild.
It was weird. Like "Mom, Dad, here's a guy who knows my orgasm face".
Just puked off the 5th floor onto a car windshield. This is my life and I'm proud of it.
And then we can spend New Year's Day sprawled across the tiles watching greys anatomy and puking into the bushes over the balcony. It'll be great
Don't worry, the house smells like waffles more than sex
Got home. All the lights were on. All the doors were unlocked. My room was covered in beads, there's puke in the sink and of course our toilet is still broke. I'd say it was a decent Mardi Gras
If she "comes out" to me I guess I'll high five her. That's pretty much my response to everything these days.
No kiss but I got free McDonald's so at least we can focus on what is really important here
Like if Ohio doesn't think I can get smashed on wine I will gladly prove them wrong
Its safe now. But... Nobody should sleep on my bed tonight.
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