I texted him to clear the air a bit, apologized if I freaked him out. No reply. So I'm gonna go ahead and fuck someone in a barn tonight.
Pot didnt help. Now Im even sadder but now im afraid of the clouds and the crickets.
It's Christmas week. I wouldn't know what to do if i wasn't hung over.
I love you. I'm too high for this. Find a way. Make it happen. Live strong.
I'm also 95% sure I had a conversation with someone on how hard it would be to jerk off with out opposable thumbs
He's coming over for beer and a movie, but I just don't know if he's interested.
Pathetic and sad. I should come over there and fuck both of you just to get the ball rolling.
Today is definitely a "stand over the toilet and pee through the opening at the bottom of my boxers" kind of day.
I guess the silver lining is that having a big dick really comes in handy when you're hungover.
It's a mixed blessing.
I am his drunk Jesus. I will love him from afar because he's my little lamb
From now on, you must never doubt my ability to go from drunken rambling lovesick girl to Stepford wife within the course of a few hours.
A big dick and how quickly they respond to snapchat is all I look for in a guy
It was at the same house, but a different party, when lesbians set me on fire. So there's that.
Definitely ended up doing Coke with Chewbacca in the porta potty behind the haunted house.
So chicken strips and confidence do not you make you sober.
Just realized that my booty calls are vastly ranging in penis sizes.
Is that your Nuva ring on the floor? Shit must have gotten crazy
Randomize
