he's going on about how he's going to treat me right and wants to let himself be in love with me and spend a lot of time together. kids these days. like its not about sex anymore. i'm confused.
God. I look like such a fucking stand up guy wearing polo shirts. You would totally trust me not to date rape you.
i told the bartender last night that if the palace saloon made a calendar he would be every month.
Just spent the last three hours in the library successfully refreshing facebook
also. he gave me a foot massage during 69ing when i got a cramp. he's a winner.
as we waited for a manager to come open the door that we broke while having sex on the wall, we decided to go round two in the hallway before he came back.. god i love hotels.
I'm pretty sure I just woke up to one of the airport janitors saying that she wanted to tie me up and do something.. I couldn't hear what, thank god
I'm so in the Halloween spirit, I zombified my all of my nudes on my phone. Tell me this isn't creative.
the evidence from last night is not good...
what evidence?
my underwear is on inside out, and there are french fries in my hair...
Why are you awake at 6am and liking photos from rando Russian chicks on Instagram?
The drug dealer had chickens in his house so I know it was good stuff.
It just smells like spaghetti and despair.
What do you take me for? I'm not trying to lure you into bed with stories of my dead aunt.
Also we had sex while listening to fleetwood Mac on vinyl. Like the 70s called and told me to fuck off
I like it here so far, only people are a lot less accepting of my terrible decisions and it's cramping my style
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