It's like sleeping with someone you met at a karaoke bar. It's never okay.
last nights makeup is better than no makeup at all.
I think misery doesn't even think of me as company anymore. I'm an unofficial roommate.
That's cool how's he been?
He got hit in the face with a beer bottle so he has two black eyes and 13 stitches.. He hasnt changed much.
he's got a countert top full of yard sale blenders so id say maragita wednesdays is a go.
i'm taking a spore imprint of the mushroom we found growing in our bathroom and sending a picture to ryan. he will then be able to tell if it's trip-worthy
He ate me out in the forest at that park we used to hit my bong in highschool again, somehow this isn't what I pictured being 25 would be like
I don't know why I do this to myself his dick is a constant source of disappointment.
Can't really tell your Mom you are moody due to dick deprivation.
sex on acid sucks though, i want to connect with the universe not your dick.
At one point in the night, as we were running from the cops, I clearly remember you yelling "little gnomes are tickling the insides of my body!" ...that high.
So I got offered a job this morning based on being a "good role model for girls" and I am drunk at 330 in the afternoon in "celebration." sometimes, life is insane. But not so bad.
i had to flash a cab last night.
did it work?
No. he slowed down but then kept going. story of my life.
My thoughts mid terrible hookup: do people normally read a magazine right about now?
He grabbed at it like it was a stress ball or something. It's a boob, not a grapefruit. The fuck.
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