so Brent and I ordered you a drink then realized you don't live here. I drank it.
I had a dream you and I were having sex. It was pretty romantic.... until you started pulling out toys.
I have been thinking about it and I am really glad we decided to order helmets.
were trying to schedule when i can give him head in between classes.
1.) where are you? 2.) you making meatballs? 3.) Meatballs for sex?
Either call me back or tell me you're in jail. For fucks sake. If this is a cop, just help out. national league.
I can't wait to go to grad school so I am not your high unemployed friend.
I'm at the bar alone. Is this how you feel?
Things are burning & the world smells of peanut butter. It's beautiful.
You told me to remind you that the bruise on your ass is from when you danced on the table at Ziggy's, saw a cop and tried to 'fly away'.
okay - we take $20 and buy each other some 'drink till we puke' clothes from the thrift store.
I smelled him yesterday and almost relapsed he's like cocaine
He has great taste in girls. I feel closer to my Eskimo sisters than my real sister...
I have fence marks all over my body
So apparently last night while I was drunk I read him erotic fanfiction while he was eating me out. He stopped every now and then to give me feedback.
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