he invited me to an all week drinking party at his house. apparently he knows the key to my heart is booze shaped.
I cant. I'm trying to smell my vagina.
Day two of taking my adderall. I just organized the pantry and alphabetized my dvds. I've missed my mind on drugs
thanks so much for stopping me from telling him i want to have sex with him while i proceeded to hookup with the air.
She said we should all be mermaids since didn't breathe for 9 months inside our mothers. I want her logic.
The key to alley sex is drunkeness.
Is it too early to say this year has been a blur?
And the horses in Central Park have blankets. And Rafiki just told me "it is time" in the back of our cab.
I'm a wonderful, drunk angel of hydration and sometimes absinthe.
Making cookies for neighbors. Spill beer all over dough. Bake anyways. From good neighbors back to the shitty college kids next door in under 3 seconds.
It really does creep me out though that the next ten years will involve my friends creating smaller versions of themselves because to be honest I don't know how much I like some of them. So that thought it really scary
He cried & told me I reminded him off his mother. I don't want to talk about it. I want to drink about it.
It would be weird sobbing cry sex.
summer in europe = liver of steel
I accept that challenge.
I don't mean to alarm you but are the strongest testicles in the family. I just learned I can lift 90 lb with my balls! Beat that.
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