we went to sleep in different beds and woke up spooning. alcohol truly is the anti-cockblocker.
I could see myself reflected in his wedding band as i was going down on him.
He gave me an elaborately handwritten invite (on a bar coaster) back to his place and whispered in my ear 'i have ping pong'. And he said byob. fuck THAT.
You just said we could build a blanket and pillow "fuck fort." Of course I'm never leaving you.
They sent me to the hospital. Apparently, of the many things I said, I looked at the doctor and told him, "Wow... it's like you're a REAL DOCTOR!"
She's like my safety school. At the end of the night, if I haven't found anyone better to hook up with, I can always call her if I need a place to drop a load and don't want to rub one out myself. Perfect next door neighbor.
So my dealer asked me if I wanted to join his circle because we smoked so much this summer he thinks we're dealing
I can't figure out if I'm dying from all of the booze still in my system, or from the cement wall.
This guy on the bus keeps leaning over and sniffing my hair.
Safe to say I'm terrified but totally AMPED
How do you say "thats kinda illegal" in thai?
She says the reason I don't talk to her is because I'm "emotionally lazy" what ever that means
I worry about your feelings an awful lot for somebody who gets off on making you cry
I'm way too sober and people are way too heterosexual
Emergency thong? Check! Suspension bondage is a go!
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