I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
there needs to be a "man fax report". like car fax. type in the guys name and bday and up pops all the bad shit he's ever done.
He was legit dry humping me to the sportscenter theme song, awkward i think SO.
today is like waiting for pizza day in elementary school, but with sex added
The trip involved octopus tentacles coming from the little holes in my TV's speakers. The beauty of the nonexistant symbolism had me in tears.
Yes, she gives me platonic blowjobs as part of our friendship.
No it's cool, He's been doing my English papers in exchange for lap dances since the eleventh grade. We're very professional.
stuck in traffic next to occupy boston. smells like patchouli and unshaven pubes
At front desk. Got a beer drinking pigeon.
You woke up, laughed, proceeded to throw up on me and then passed out again.
I went in the closet and cried, then the bathroom and cried, and lastly he showed me his penis and I cried. It was a weird night.
I'm surprised they let us keep partying at that hotel bar, that's like the 3rd time I've had to try blocking the view of him peeing off the balcony. I earn my free drinks.
But how do I turn off the feelings though?
Vodka.
debating what would be more effort, turning on to my other side or trying to get myself off with my left hand. that kind of lazy day.
Our fake lesbian relationship is better than her real relationship. Bitch be jealous
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