4:25 am: I want you here. Ugh.
Hahaha, sighhhh...I texted him to no response. It's a shame, really...I would gladly exchange my body for pizza rills.
We video chatted for almost two hours. But I woke up with puke on my keyboard. The question of the day: were we still chatting when I vommed? No idea.
He jizzed my face. I had to ask for a washcloth. He ran his underwear under the water and handed them to me. Not so romantic.
Yeah i'm definitely friends with drunk kyle, not sober kyle.
It's when I'm in my pajamas and in need of a gin delivery that I miss NYC most of all.
From the prices on this menu it looks like I have no choice. I have to blow him.
I'm about to play Thunderstruck by myself, that way I'll always get the long thunder part.
I'm watching sex and the city with my wine and Wendy's. I'm not sure if this is single woman empowerment or not.
Any day that has a special name thats capitalized means you need to need to call in sick and get day drunk. That's why they are there.
Still slightly drunk, sitting in Hyde park village. Two small children are dancing and singing "call me maybe" on the fountain in front of me. Am I hallucinating?
Yeah well you try taking nice pictures while you have pizza crust lodged in your throat
Thanks for being my pregnancy scare Sherpa...
dude if looks could fuck you two would've been naked in front of everybody
Well the grass always *looks* greener on the other side but sometimes that’s bc there’s a sewage runoff...
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