his blackberry tasks were 1. take names and 2. kick ass
yeah, you were trying to hump the doorman.
when did we get a doorman?
we were also in the wrong building...
I'm going to leave the fate of whether I go to my midterms up to my dealer hitting me up or not
There's two big trays of water in our freezer. I just hope they freeze by Saturday. for the ice luge.
its Wednesday...
they're reeeeeally big trays
No. I'm just saying it shows no signs of stopping. My dad was a man-whore well into his 50s.
Oh god I just realized bird face had che Guevara tattooed on her upper arm. Deals off, readivised opinion
Don't come. It's not even a party it's a total sausage fest. Like 20 drunk dudes in a bedroom. We can still drink by ourselves though it'll be ok
I'm 50% weirded out and 50% into it
Trying to coordinate a drug deal while taking a psych test is not easy.
Just follow the currents of life. And if they take me on to a guys dick, so be it.
Out of curiosity, do you feel happiness for you, or sadness for ME, that you are the only one I drunk text?
I'm far too poor to be letting my hookups wear my shirts home. I'm down to about a total of 8 shirts and have no intention of buying more
Do exhausted, barely concealed hand jobs count as joining the mile high club?
A total of 3 guys left my apartment this morning. That was my first clue to my black out endeavors last night. Gotta love wine Wednesdays.
I could be writing so much lesbian porn right now but noooooo!
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