and I didnt even know his name until this morning when we were laying in bed and he referred to himself in the 3rd person.
It was like a secret agent hookup. No names, swift execution, get in- get out.
I think we should make Neil Patrick Harris a permanent part of our role playing.
I didn't know people actually cried after sex.
I don't know if it's the amount i drank last night or the number of taylor swift statuses on facebook but i feel like puking everywhere
I know. he thinks we're 'meant to be'. No we're fucking not. God wouldn't give my soulmate a pencil dick.
The sad thing is; I'm getting used to walking around feeling like I could hurl at any minute.
Did you blackout Saturday before or after we had sex in a random snow bank?
The thought "Ummm which pants am I wearing? ...I *am* wearing pants, right?" just ran through my head. I'm done. So done.
This girl I interned with got engaged today and I'm just like over here taking plan B with my tacos and PBR.
Can I just lay in bed and you pour vodka through a funnel in my mouth?
You kept licking my face. You said you were making sure I was real.
So my furniture is upside-down, two lamps are glued to the ceiling, and there is a kitten sleeping on Kyle's face. Please tell me what happened last night....
home. only unpacked the necessities...contact case and beer.
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
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