i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
That guy over there looks like a cartoon/action figure.
omg, i know.
we're too high.
Yah, I definitely wouldn't wanna be fingered with a fake arm...
i don't even specifically remember last night, it's just one big wonderful lesbianic blur.
remember that guy i blew in a bathroom in barcelona, i just blew him again in rome. lightning does strike twice.
Yeah. I've decided no relationship can survive me shoving my boobs in the guys face
Within 24 hours, I went to a feminist documentary screening with two state reps and you hate fucked a rent-a-cop on the helipad of your hospital. Somewhere our lives went in different directions.
I still make more money.
I hate it when fuck holes buy me drinks at the bar. You don't know my order. You don't know me. You don't know where I've been. You don't know my life.
Doc gave me something stronger than Xanax. The pills have your last name imprinted on them. This cannot be coincidence.
First night sober since New Years. I'm not sure what hurts more, the hangover or the credit dread when I find out what the tickets to Bali actually cost.
I literally just biked home like I was on the last leg about to win the tour du France. Fuck diarrhea
Do to my newly discovered condition I'm having to resort to emergency beat sessions to avoid the temptation to text girls I know are easy slams.
Just broke my no shot rule again.. Made out with a stranger. That's 0 for 3 this month for the record
I don't think getting eaten out in a smart car behind a circle-k on my break by a guy I just met classifies as social distancing, but I'm beginning to love night shift more and more.
I am going to constantly be reminded of you for the next couple of days because of how sore my vagina is. It's just the price I have to pay.
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