we fucked to don't stop believing. most epic sex EVER.
watching hot guy on train scrolling with his blackberry's track ball... o to be that track ball...
He just gave a drunken 7 minute speech on how to make the perfect grilled cheese. he explained types of butter and cheeses....i think i love him
At some point last night was I riding a garbage can.. Things are starting to come back to me
I made him breakfast and we cuddled on the couch watching march of the penguins, which is, in case you were unaware, the opposite of fucking on a pool table
I put the condom across her upper lip. It was like a mustache of a job well done.
All I want is for every tall lanky young guy who is reading in a Starbucks to go balls deep in me. That's all.
I'm smoking a bowl and pondering why we haven't discovered teleportation again.
I only call her for sex and medical advice. She admitted she feels like a worried parent when her phone rings at 5 a.m.
So, last night I fell asleep sitting Indian-style on the floor, propped up against the front of the couch with an empty wine bottle in between my legs... How was your night?
'TWAS BUT A GLORIOUS SIGHT. BITCHES.
My brother really should've known better than to make me go egg hunting with his daughter when I was entirely too drunk to do so. Threw up in a plant in front of her.
You walked in on us hooking up, hugged me, high fived him and unhooked my bra.. You claimed to be helping
Do you remember standing up at 3 in the morning and asking me if I was counting to six?
"They won't do it. I'm in the middle of darkness. " and "Probably going to die. I've been walking for 50 minutes in one direction" are the last texts I got from Steve
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