yeah, i went from desperate lonely broad to "we're so adorable together" status in, what, four days? and absolutely no shame in the game. party hard this weekend? yeah?!?!!
no, i love you. i love you more than red wine, vodka, "period sex," fat rockabillies, raves in houses i used to live in, sweet metal shirts, soaking, falling asleep while walking, farting loudly, talking shit, and all of long beach combined. awesome twins fo sho.
Cancer represents the descent of the self into the collective ocean of spirit and thought. Also, Cancer represents whatever other bullshit you're willing to believe this week.
justin reenacted the scenario to me of when he walked in on you. you should've seen it. it was probably almost as awkward as the real thing. and condoms? really, what is this, the 90's? bo-ring.
Tell king the two fifty was for the condom machine next to her bed. For some reason it was giving free ones. If that continues she'll need extra shifts to make rent.
