no. you can't hotbox the world.
just had to shower sitting down. i hope this isn't an indicator of how the rest of my week is going to go.
I'm spoon feeding myself tequila for breakfast, should we skip class today?
she vomitted in her champagne, said "fuck it, it's new years", and continued drinking.
On a lighter note, my mom and I were playing scattergories, and for "things that you keep hidden" we both put dildo. Proof that we really are related.
Have you seen Dave? He's not on top of the bar anymore but I found his shirt.
Curled up in the fetal position, trying not to throw up or think about my future, and humming songs from musicals to myself. You?
High moment. Almost just passed the blunt to the dog.
You walked up to a random girl on the street and asked her for a bite of her pizza...
Netflix, eggnog, and bed? Maybe some hand stuff?
Brah, we should get a "do not disturb sign"... I can't have people knocking on the door while I'm high, it fucks with me way too much.
You're like a human soul vacuum cleaner.
The candles are lit, the magic circle is drawn, now all we need to do is get naked and see how many orgasms we can manage.
The air I exhale reeks of whiskey and bad decisions
There's something sensual about taking off a pair of socks.
Randomize
