called my therapist. she asked if I was sad bc of m.j.'s death. are ppl that pathetic?
you need more empathy. some people get depressed for reasons OTHER than being a whore.
I dont know if he should be happy or mad about it but he's too big for a blow job.
The bathroom is trashed. Someone took down all the rings of the shower curtain and Scott threw up on the curtain liner. All the soap and shampoo is in the guest bedroom and the lightbulbs are in a drawer. And there are vom footprints.
Woke up this morning with a note saying "great sex, see you never". Why can't I meet more women like her?
after i talked him through a bulleted list of why we couldn't have sex he just said "but it would be fun...."
I'm trying to make a sex playlist
record yourself crying and put it on a loop.
all I wanna do is swim in an Olympic sized pool of Gatorade and tylenol.
I think you have the right to know, the water bottle you drank out of the other night is the bottle we use to catch what drips from the toilet. Love you!
I was so high I told him we should rub faces and pretend to be wombats. He was surprisingly enthusiastic about it.
Just watched an entire Mariachi band walk of shame home together. Halloween at its finest
Using Michelob Ultra as champagne.
Option 1: fuck me and bedtime. Option 2: come fuck me and then hangout with everyone. Option 3: don't fuck me in which case fuck you.
I just watched a stripper purchase $43 of Rockstar and corn nuts. Godamnit! We need helmet cams.
I just want to return to LA when the weed and dick is plentiful.
Left Las Vegas at 2:30 am, woke up at 11 AM at a Barstow gas station with the Valet from Ceaser' palace snoring in the backseat and no memory of how we got there. I felt like Raoul Fucjing Duke right then and there.
Randomize
