Hey I found your number in my phone i dont remember how we met this is richard btw
strange i dont have your number must have been a drunk thing
could be more
absolutely not
i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
New moon trailer came on. Theater booed. I love these people.
I caught a rooster roaming Edison Park then released it in the bar. They made me try to catch it again and somebody played the chicken dance while I chased it
woke up and she was making me crepes. definitely not the last time i fuck a culinary student
How was the bike ride?
Nope. High in the basement. Fruit cups.
I awoke in a cab to find myself on a ride to niagara falls. Apparently I paid the cab driver half up front.
oh and if she happens to say anything about a cantalope and tissues... just go with it
I had my first sober conversation with his roommate. I remembered half way through that the first time we met I was getting fucked on his counter
He told me he felt like he shoud say thank you and as a prize i could keep anything from his room that i wanted.
Oh yea... In other news I've decided to get an external hard drive and start getting music from all the guys I'm fucking... Do you think a terabyte would be enough storage space?
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
I just asked her to come in through the window, this pretty much solidifies the whole fuck-buddy thing...
I genuinely attribute some of my blowjob skills to playing saxophone in highschool
Dude get over here. Steven brought super soakers filled with colored vodka.
Randomize
