he's 24. he finally texted me instead of using facebook chat. baby steps.
Tonight must have been good, I have already had two cups of coffee but still couldn't figure out how to operate a door.
this is two weekends in a row I've been the pantsless girl at the party. I love my social life.
I think she must be bulimic. I mean, every time I see her I know i want to throw up.
You have to keep an eye on her tonight cause you know how she likes to pickpocket people when she's drunk.
Felt like shit, jerked off, felt ten times better. Being a guy rules. It's like I got all the demons out in 5 minutes.
There's holes in the drywall and the beer pong table is a broken door on two barstools. You know they like to party.
I like to think it's an accomplishment that I can relate my life to a T-pain song
I'm really high and I'm watching this show where Gordon Ramsay goes to other people's restaurants and just yells at them about things.
I need to go back to work. I've had so much sex since the shutdown started. last night we tried and a little flag came out saying "nothing is left in here try a week later"
I can already tell, the amount of fun I'm having right now is not nearly going to compensate for the amount of "let us never speak of this again" I'm gonna have tomorrow
Well, I can mark "throwing up in a daycare bathroom due to a hangover" off my bucket list.
I'm still home, my life isn't together. Currently drying my pants
Can't beat it when the local bar sends you off with a loaf of bread on the way out the door.
Waxing your own asshole is awkward and difficult at best.
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