i woke up, turned over, and noticed an assortment of knives stuck in my wall. i should prob stop drinking
he knocked over the vodka and juice...picks up the cup and says "yes", takes the last sip...doesnt even worry about the mess all over the floor and we continue having sex.
Still can't decide which I'm more disappointed about: the blow job I gave him or the donuts I ate after.
he does have a point though, watching you drink makes me never want to drink again
doing an easter egg hunt in a liquor store right now. i feel so adult
Things in my bed this morning: a Waffle House hat, a finding nemo DVD, sharpies, my graduation robes and an adult diaper. Did we play drunk scavenger hunt again?
LISTEN TO ME! GAY. FIREFIGHTER. They are the most rare and precious kind of gay. The kind little gays dream of. It needs to happen.
His new place is a molesden. Like a hole in the ground. It's frightening how oddly private it is.
It rubs the lotion on it's foreskin...
he wouldnt let me in bed until i took off all the stickers i was covered in
His pick-up lines are quotes from Doctor Who. Of course I fucked him.
I feel badly that he has cancer, but this does not mean I am obligated to have sex with him. Again.
Why would you waste your Ritalin on your children?
It's a good thing you're straight. You'd make a horrible lesbian.
I smell like playdoh, sex, and ruined lives. I love the weekend
one nice thing about being home: no walks of shame, just drives of shame
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