He gave me a book last time I slept there. Im beginning to feel like a really weird hooker. Like instead of money he gives me random shit he has lying around. like hamburger buns
I'm not going to fuck him in his Honda Fit. That's gay.
sudden memory flashback: you and i having sex on the bed, erin sitting naked in your desk chair drinking whiskey straight from the bottle while harassing you for your computer password to play some "mood music." high five. go us.
the wall and i were having dominance issues.
I'd like to say yes, but I nearly lost my shit when I assumed there was no back to my house. I am not strong enough for hallucinations.
Can we do a version of last night where I actually remember shit?
It was right before we played jenga with champagne glasses for a good half hour
The last thing I remember was wearing a sombrero and trying to do cartwheels in the club
You did one successfully. Then smashed into the wall
he told me "apparently my gag reflex doesn't work so if you magically grew a penis I would deep throat you"
He called me baby cakes during sex... Can U not
Can I drink yet?
It's Monday morning.
Your point?
I think I fucked the doubts about us out of him
I feel so accomplished. I've cleaned my room, done laundry, called those places, gotten jobs, and masturbated.
I'm so proud of you.
Thanks for not letting me get involved with a serial killer. That's true friendship
I mean...if Marco gets pregnant, it is either the spawn of Satan or the second coming of Christ (neither of which I want in my life). So let's just hope that he doesn't grow a womb and that we don't have to consider either option.
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