So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
you used progresso chicken soup as a mixer last night
Balcony sex scratched the shit out of my phone. Whups.
just found the land before time on youtube... I'm so fucked for finals
what is the most politically correct way to ask if he still hangs out with the guy that has blue hair and make meth in his car?
Green mimosas i think yes
Slipping me an edible before my ochem final was not your brightest idea. Looks like I'm switching to business.
I JUST WANT TO HAVE MILDLY SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE SEX WITH HIM AND CALL HIM CUPCAKE.
I CAN'T FUCK HIM OUTSIDE. THAT'S FOR PEASANTS. HE'S TOO FAMOUS FOR THAT.
maybe if I avoid him long enough we could skip the talking part of "we need to talk"
like, by the end of my shift people were asking if I'd sobered up enough to take a drink order yet. that bad.
I just set my mike's hard down and didn't want it to spill, so I held my finger up and told it to shoosh. I'm drunk.
Texting people and counting condoms..we have like fourteen. Goal for this week: use all of them
I just discovered my new vice. Cotton candy vodka. Its like a carnival in my mouth, puking of the tilt-a-whirl included.
My brain is like a TV with 10 channels, 9 of them are static and the other one just plays that one Nagito Komaeda edit on loop 24/7
Randomize
