You should dream of me :)
I'm going to dream of single life.
I'm getting to the point of going up to a guy and saying "Hi I'm maggie and i can put my foot behind my head"... That desperate.
Someone painted a weed leaf on my leg with red paint. Or blood. I hope paint.
Holy fuck just found a used tampon in the leg of my pants. it's not paint. It's. Not. Paint.
He wanted to drink hypnotic from my butt crack. I need to move out this state.
That and I was watching this life alert commercial and I'm pretty sure my liver turned up the volume for more information
I posted her number in the m4m casual encounters area of Craigslist.
I guess her always saying "gay men love me!" will finally get put to the test.
This is that think about life weed. Thank god I'm in American lit this semester. I can actually write papers in this vat of introspective stoned.
I can't wash the smell of tacos off my hands. I feel like the Lady Macbeth of Chipotle.
I feel like we have a good system here turning our sketchy decisions into great stories.
But what if there are 6 people and they end up just pairing the off into 3 couples. Is it still an orgy?
His parents then knew me as the blackout who took care of him and stole his watch
I told him I was studying his body for art, so now I have to actually do a drawing of him to not look like a creep and so we can hook up again.
I'm totally picking out my shrooming outfit and blankets right now
I've just realized that today's rations have consisted of turkey bacon and jack Daniels.
Found out that I went to the same elementary school as the guy I'm hooking up with. Kosher or no
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