We have sex, then he cooks. It's like a fantasy.
He had a beer bottle in each of his back pockets and was on rollerblades. All I remember is following him for about 10 minutes
Just had a thought: were the sirens on when we were in the ambulance?
And he was super vague about his life, it was frustrating. I totally boned a homeless guy, didn't I?
I called him daddy. To his face. Somewhat sober. What more could I do?
Have you ever had one of those moments when you kept whispering to yourself "I'm not a slut, I'm not a slut..."?
I also witnessed that same parrot perched on the head of a man grinding with a girl.
Interesting. As a girl I don't know how okay I would be with that.
She seemed pretty into it.
I was woke up by the fucking Star Spangled Banner this morning. I sat up in bed and put my hand over my naked heart. I was so confused
Dear Jesus. Send me strength to not suck cock this morning.
You rode your bike four miles to my house. Yelled "I'm so high!" Then crashed into his car. It's a problem.
I woke up with a dread of barbecue sauce in my hair. Drunk munchies makes me a disgusting person.
I almost don't wanna have sex with her because I'm afraid she'll steal my hat
I think the hamburger goblin stole my cigarettes. I left my purse behind her table and they're not in it now.
Wow. I want to climb Santa. You've made my mind go places I wasn't prepared to explore.
We kicked down a door together last night, pretty sure that qualifies us as best friends.
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