Booger Presley on a mean guitar.
I just found out I like watching nasty porno with the sound turned off, but simon and garfunkel playing in the background.
I yearn for my penis to rub vagina insides.
Nothing bums me out more then when I am trying to drink my depression away, and the last glass of whiskey is on its last sip.
Fear of flying and failing. Fucking up, and not fucking enough. Being full of shit, fake like everyone fucking else. Fed up.
I had to turn the music up very loud. I just got done masturbating, and for some reason the sound of fornication from the porno kept going. The sex sound was coming from the room on the other side of the wall.
I may be ok alone.
After we got done humping she asked me, “Are you that guy from Irvine-Sucks?” Yep, not only do I master websites, but I master vaginas. Im kidding. My weener was drunk on cheap whiskey. I wish I slept with a hotter girl, and I didn’t learn her name. I guess I’m done being nice or close to new people. I know who I know, and I am friends with who I am friends with. “The name of the band is …is “Millions of Dead Cops”…