His apartment number was 69. I had to.
well once we started drinking vodka out of wine glasses there was no turning back
sitting on the counter. eating honey. crying, because coldplay sounds beautiful on the radio. highhhhh as the sky
I cannot for the life of me remember why I am holding this rabbit.
I'd be there a lot sooner if these damn stairs would stop moving.
I don't know whether to call the hospital or call the prison first.
Let's just say we ended up at Denny's with a strippers shoe that we had to discreetly leave at the door to the strip club this morning
No judgement. Sometimes you gotta twerk on a legends face.
the cashier at the gas station pulled a twig out of my hair and told me I should probably wash it before work....it was kinda sweet.
Remember that guy I fucked last month? Well I'm watching his dog this weekend while he's in the Bahamas with his girlfriend. What is my life
I AM A GOOD PERSON AND THEREFORE I DESERVE QUALITY DICK!
THAT HOSPITAL MADE ME REALIZE THAT I'M BISEXUAL
Just saw a hotel with a bunch of mattresses in the parking lot. Made me think of you.
She then told me, and I quote "I want to send you nudes just to see how you'd react."
I'm fucked-out. That state of being high between fucked up and passed out.
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