Just traded a sandwich for anxiety drugs outside the club. I fuckin' LOVE this place.
Best sex of my life. But I think it's because I like his apartment. Really nice bed sheets. High vaulted ceilings. I wanted to lay there forever.
You're getting old. Was it located in a nice school district for your future offspring?
Happiness is having a 12 hour day thinking that there are only 2 beers in the fridge when you get home, but then finding 8. Fuck you Monday, this week I won.
And my coffee table looks like something out of Scarface
Just chugged a Bloody Mary in 60 seconds flat. New personal best! Happy Sunday!
Now in just stoned listening to my dads philosophical idea about public transit
My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.
All I remember is laying in that secret hideaway closet, naked, with a beer cowboy hat on and you walking in and sitting down crying because no one would have sex with you
He is nice. Kind of short though. But didn't try to rub his jean cock on me.
Which I appreciated.
And if I could both stabilize myself *and* pick things up with my penis... Well, I wouldn't be on the fire dept...
That's why you bone lesbian cage fighters and 45 year olds. To make life less boring.
I want your cock.
All we are is dust in the wiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnd
im just laying in bed, eating, getting fat, enjoying eating and getting fat, thinking about how i will probably have to get a fat boyfriend.
He did a line of coke off my stomach then flipped me over and smacked my ass. Then, while he was talking dirty to me, he told me he wanted to hire someone to clean my room. And that's when he lost his boner. Life is so hard.