I head back to the dorms in less than a week I'm not ready to see my roomate naked that much again.
Not enough clothes on. Not enough vagina. Not enough drugs in my body.
i love all of you. Physical. Emotional. Mental. All of it. When we speak i feel like a feather or a dragon depending on the conversation ...
She's all pretty and bubbly and nice and I'm sitting here stoned looking like Lucifer.
I'm just pissed at the whore who takes over my body when I'm blacked out.
Of course the first guy who sees my nipple piercings is a Catholic from Nebraska who won't do anything but dry hump me.
Well it ended with everyone taking a bite out of a raw potato and a girl crying because her boyfriend wouldn't bring her any grape juice. So yeah...I'd say the night was a success.
So hungover im counting my own breaths to make sure im not dead. The odds hurt.
So much rum. So many feels.
Whoever roofied me last night owes me a new pair of white jeans
I woke up to Elf. I don't know which one of you put that in my DVD player when I passed out but I appreciate you.
Starting this Monday as I always do
With a desperate plea for help
Today's goals: get day drunk then sober up in time for the walking dead tonight.
You'd think it'd be fun living next door to a guy whose neck you once licked. Surprise, it's not.
A dozen fresh-baked cookies delivered to my dorm AND I don't have chlamydia or gonorrhea... Could this night get any better??
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