This isn't the rejection hotline, is it?
i just recognized the girl sitting across from me from a lesbian porno... should i ask for an autograph?
All I remember about walking back home was that I maced my shadow.
update: last drink of the night and im naked in my porch hammock. life is good.
he told me he was a chubby chaser.. then winked. i'm signing up for a gym pass as we speak
I found an HIV test/information brochure on the kitchen table and what i can only assume to be an "I'm sorry you might have AIDS" gift bag, complete with a candle and popcorn, and I haven't seen you in 36 hours. You good?
That little tingle vodka gives me in my esphagus is what lets me know I'm still alive.
I'm hiding in a cabinet. I'm going to stay here.
I made out with my former step mother's best friend. Only knew the connection when they both showed up together at the bar.
I tried smoking while wearing a horse mask, it was the worst thing I've ever smelled
you just have the mind of an innocent, non-tainted child.
YOU KNOW THAT'S BULLSHIT BECAUSE YOU'RE THE REASON IT'S BULLSHIT
It's like the cookie assaulted me with being high.
Um, It's tempting but I'm not into coke or farmers.
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
He tried to brush a hair off my cheek, but turns out it was just a freakishly long chin hair. So no, we didn't bang.
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