sorry if i was weird last night, had weird deja vu that we had done that before, i mean with the peanut butter.
we had.
well that explains the rash. i dont think i should see you again.
I swear I have "I love assholes" written on my forehead with ink that only guys can see.
I'll probably hate you when I'm sober
Wearing a Sarah Lawrence sweatshirt is like wearing a shirt that says, "I'm getting a degree in substitute teaching."
then again I'm sitting on a tree stump completely naked in the dark listening to some type of glee soundtrack.
I didn't think it was possible but there may actually be TOO MANY pictures of me tagged shotgunning.
I just found my coat check number in my underwear.
I love that the power of margaritas brought us back together.
But mostly fuck him senseless. Render him speechless. Have him look at my vagina and wonder, "WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?!"
Maybe if he'd step up his game and get a real job instead of donating plasma and trying to grow pot then you wouldn't feel compelled to write prisoners in Oregon.
Yeah I was thinking something along the lines of "I almost died, lets celebrate with sex. Come over"
maybe if I avoid him long enough we could skip the talking part of "we need to talk"
If the ex isent in town and im crying under a table somewhere because of it can we go to a drag show or something
I shit myself when I came, don't have flu sex
We just had a contest for who has less of a gag reflex...I am sad to admit that my mother won.
Randomize
