we're blogging at a bar
I wish i knew how bad drinking and hieghts were before i got up here
I dont know why I dont listen to you more often. He wont stop texting me. And his signature is "dancing with no panties on"
I'm in new territory... I've never had to convince a guy to let me give him head as an apology.
Nope, just sitting on the couch, eating an advent calendar, being depressed about the herps.
The last thing I remember is him grabbing my ass and telling me he knew where the jello shots were, so I followed him.
i'm using salt from the free peanuts to stop the bleeding.
I'm on a mission. But just to make out with him so his relationship collapses and he is single when I come back in April.
I'm trying to be celibate. I'm having me time. I'm eating cake.
would you like to venture to the magical clitoris forest?
Incase you were wondering. Cooking naked turns into sex. Sex and cooking may lead to house fire....
He said something last night about making crepes, but after getting pissed on in bed, I question everything.
He took a girl home at like eight, fucked her, kicked her out, came back to the bar, and repeated the process again at 10:30 and 2:30. THREE GIRLS IN ONE NIGHT. ALL PICKUPS. I HATE HIM.
In fairness you've introduced me to a lot of people I've only met once, for like 5 seconds, while drunk
Optimism doesn't exist before 2pm nor do any other emotions.
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