as for my dating sex life, no more regret sticks. Only pride wands from now on.
why does he think he needs to feed/take me out to get some ass? we are at a bar wasting my fucking time
...there is blood under my fingernails.
...I hope my roomates are okay.
His mom walked into the kitchen smiling, made a scotch on the rocks, hit my bong, and told us goodnight enthusiastically. He's suddenly more appealing to me.
It was awful until we put her on a word ration. And she rationed her words accordingly. I love blondes.
Well when you get back to your computer, there's a nice explanation of pansexuality on your Skype.
The cab driver gave me a church card yesterday and said I should reconnect with god.
Then he gave me 2 tickets to a movie he's going to be in
well if they don't get here soon...no fuck it, I'm going to the strip club.
Like, she can be the shepard of the gays. Delivering him unto homosexuality.
If your night didn't end with writing a witness report for the cops at a shwarma place, your night was probably less interesting than mine.
Who suggested the eggnog wet t-shirt contest last night like whose idea was that
Speaking
I'm still hammered too. I started tweeting the time at one point I'm pretty sure.
Oh dear. If we're both hearing alien sounds then perhaps they're real.
Leaves on the ground. Coffee in one hand and your man in my other. Lovely fall morning.
I'm hung over and my mom made me go to church. I feel like such a sinner.
I need an aspirin and some dignity.
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