My room smells like vodka and shame
its like his balls were made of silver and he was trying to polish the tarnish off
I owe all of my success to double stuf oreos and weed.
IM SAVING ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU
I don't want it.
im downtown. alone. lost. drunk. dressed as santa. dont find me. i just heard someone say mechanical bull.
As I fucked him you stood outside my door screaming, "I'M NOT JUDGING YOU!" over and over.
I was judging you.
oh god my hair smells like rotten vegetables, sweat, and tequila. I wanna party with your neighbors every night.
Need to spend sober time with him while fully clothed. I can't decide if he's a seriously amazing man or a complete fucking dickbag.
This is me not judging you for what a fine line you draw between the two.
I know you're very busy with sleep and things, but when you wake up we need to talk about weirdly shaped penises.
When you left the bar, you did two cartwheels and a heel click and RAN ALL THE WAY HOME.
Ive been high since the plane left the ground in Los Angeles and Ive been in Chicago. Right now, Im on a train headed towards downtown to go to an anime convention. At this point, I am just taking life as it comes, furries and all.
Is this really the life I've chosen for myself?
Just remember: We don't tell our English professor about our fetishes unless she specifically asks about them.
My saturday night consisted of sewing my Halloween costume and watching Blues Clues
You actually...sewed your costume?
Not sure, she said after cussing out the dentist they called security. Make that the first person I know 86'ed by a dentist.
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