Of course im so fucked up sarah. I fight away tornadoes.
when she started arguing that Girl Talk was in fact a DJ, i knew i could never sleep with her
im keeping my plan b box as a souvenir of my first halloween weekend in college
there was a party in your bed and you weren't invited... change your sheets
the point of no return was when you "drugged" his drink with glitter. face-planting on his dick was beyond.
We sat in his closet and drank four loko out of my camelbak for an hour in the dark. You tell me how my night went.
There are rocks in my bed. And dirt all over my face. Explain?
Okay. thanks for sacraficing your body and risking aids for our snowcone business.
Your message cut off at "shit on the floor". Your life is incredible.
We tried to make ramen in a glass bowl on the stove. They called facilities to pick the glass out of the door
Church parking lot, park bench, front porch. I think she's more comfortable going down on me in public. May have found the one.
Also day 6: dick is healed and ready to go back to work.
I was going to try being motivated today. But then I took a hit while still in bed.
i'm licking honey sensually off my arm while alone in my room. what has my life come to
Bro, I live in a constant state of existential dread and moderate ennui. The prospect of cosmic horror doesn’t faze me that much.
Randomize
