My last memory involves me naked in a mens's bathroom stall. I really hope my date was with me.
4pm on a Sunday....roomate fucking like a wildabeast while I have a organic chemistry study group in my kitchen.
he grabbed my head and said "you are a horse. I am leading you to water" pushed it down and whispered "Drink."
we used the bottom of a tampon for coke since no one had a 20 on them. My life has resisted to this.
He kept insisting that I was going to have an orgasm but it just felt like he was rubbing sand paper on my vagina
we decided to do a scavenge hunt for ourself for when we walked back to our apartments. We hid taco bell behind some bushes. I think they are still good.
Why is there not a 'day after acid' genre. Or even a pandora station or something.
Yes, that was me on the jumbo tron. No, i don't know why i was hiding.
Worst night here by far. And ive slipped in my own piss so thats saying something
I feel like hell. The amount of black beans I found in my hair tells me I hit rock bottom
He's throwing up in my bed and I'm not even getting fucked for this
You insisted I take photos of you vomiting off the top of the tree.
that was you who tried to jump in front of my car in the monkey suit wasnt it
I just need to know if he's either really genuine about being in my life or being in my vagina.