i'm trying to reconcile what i did last night with who i am as a person.
she looked like the bat from fern gully.
the liability waiver did not state that i couldn't bring my bottle of wine in the bouncy castle. it did Not.
Exactly how deep of a burn should you have when you pee before becoming legitimately concerned?
he ate out my asshole, i really don't think he gets embarrassed easily.
So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
I drank entirely too much. My skin hurts to wear
you puked on the porch, i can see your jacket on the floor next to your underwear. i know your home, unchain the door, you're the worst roommate ever.
They sat me on college avenue with a puke bucket and people were mistakenly throwing change in it. Got me enough money take a cab back to my apartment.
I have to answer enough questions about you, I don't need your uterus tossed in the conversation.
Maybe I'm just didn't notice and imagined a different penis as a Freudian coping mechanism?
My boobs are feeling quite sensitive so I told them, " you is smart, you is kind, you is important" that should do the trick.
We HAVE another bedroom, it's not like I was gunna chain you into the closet. Often.
I just smoked a joint and ate a sandwich while watching someone get arrested. Bonnaroo is a silly place.
So I might join you on the drunk train on the way to poor decisions.
Randomize
