Eating in charleston sc at a seafood place called "hymans". Like normal I had no problem finding it.
By the way, she says hi. At least I think she did since she licked my phone
He couldn't stand on his own, but he managed to somehow to get to the beer garden and get served 3 more. I'm proud to call him my cousin.
Also got home. Still stoned. Mom was up. We made a pizza and were writing a children's book. Sleep good.
Her inability to understand the word "moderation" is the achille's heel of an otherwise perfect human
i walked in on you eating. you had the fridge wide open and you were rotating between steak and handfuls of captain crunch.
His idea of role playing was him wearing the halloween mitt romney mask while I gave him head
For our final psych experiment, we're conditioning Tim to hump the nearest inanimate object and/or person every time he hears a Ke$ha song
Guys always stop talking to me right around the point that if they bought me food a couple times I would probably have sex with them.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
I haven't reeked of cheap beer and poor decisions in months. I officially hate adult life.
I am now "wine pairing" tums flavors with my strongbow, because apparently hard cider gives me heartburn.
While he was at a job interview yesterday, I was dropping acid. So that's the aesthetic of our relationship rn.
Rolled over in bed this morning and found Nutella and wet naps. Why can't it ever be a fire fighter, or Jude Law.
hooked up with him and then had a conversation with his ex about how we hate people who hook up with our exs...
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