Don't you all wish that you could have trips like mine?:
The other night I stayed at Ryans house. We had sex like five times and the last time, he couldnt finish because, I guess I wore him out, but I still feel like an inadequate ass. He had people over and I drank a shit load of beer and never even got drunk. I smoked a lot of pot with everyone that was there, and ended up doing two lines because they were available and I wanted to get high. I spent the night with Ryan at his house and had more sex until the sun came up. Then we slept until the afternoon came. I got up, we took a shower and he invited me to go into the city with him and some friends to go see this band that Id never heard of, but they were supposed to be good and so I agreed. I went home and changed and went back out to Ryans house, where there was a gram of coke waiting for me. I took Ryan and we snuck up to his room and both bumped a line before heading into town. I didnt get stoned or drunk, cause I wanted to feel the coke. It was awesome. We bumped lines all night, and I ended up drunk anyway cause we got two 30 racks to share between like six of us, and then everyone pitched in money to get an eighth of pot, and we smoked it all up. Ryan and I did a final fatty line before deciding to head home at four in the morning. We were twacked and walked to my car, and we found a parking ticket on it. I was wicked angry until Ryan said that cause he drove the car, that he would pay for the ticket. We drove back home and stayed up until 10 in the morning or socouldnt fall asleep...too much blow. So we finally passed out and didnt wake up until like four in the afternoon. We took a shower and fucked and I went home. On the way home I went to McDonalds and got way too much food and went to my room, telling my sister that I wasnt gonna have dinner with her. I just went to my room and tried to eat all my food, which totally didnt happen, and then zoned out watching Fear and Loathing. Got text messages from Ryan at like 10:30 that night, but all I wanted to do was sleep, and after drinking half a bottle of Nyquil, I did just that.
((Sometimes youre just not ready to say goodbye.
Sometimes youre just not ready to expect the unexpected.
Sometimes the only thing that you can do is sit in awe of what was is and will be.
Sometimes you only want to question why.
Sometimes you dont even get a chance to say goodbye, to say the things that you always meant to say, and always assumed was known, but never really got to say.
Sometimes all you can do is sit quietly and miss the things that just dont come around anymore. You miss everything.
I dont think that anyones ever ready to say goodbye.))
The other night I stayed at Ryans house. We had sex like five times and the last time, he couldnt finish because, I guess I wore him out, but I still feel like an inadequate ass. He had people over and I drank a shit load of beer and never even got drunk. I smoked a lot of pot with everyone that was there, and ended up doing two lines because they were available and I wanted to get high. I spent the night with Ryan at his house and had more sex until the sun came up. Then we slept until the afternoon came. I got up, we took a shower and he invited me to go into the city with him and some friends to go see this band that Id never heard of, but they were supposed to be good and so I agreed. I went home and changed and went back out to Ryans house, where there was a gram of coke waiting for me. I took Ryan and we snuck up to his room and both bumped a line before heading into town. I didnt get stoned or drunk, cause I wanted to feel the coke. It was awesome. We bumped lines all night, and I ended up drunk anyway cause we got two 30 racks to share between like six of us, and then everyone pitched in money to get an eighth of pot, and we smoked it all up. Ryan and I did a final fatty line before deciding to head home at four in the morning. We were twacked and walked to my car, and we found a parking ticket on it. I was wicked angry until Ryan said that cause he drove the car, that he would pay for the ticket. We drove back home and stayed up until 10 in the morning or socouldnt fall asleep...too much blow. So we finally passed out and didnt wake up until like four in the afternoon. We took a shower and fucked and I went home. On the way home I went to McDonalds and got way too much food and went to my room, telling my sister that I wasnt gonna have dinner with her. I just went to my room and tried to eat all my food, which totally didnt happen, and then zoned out watching Fear and Loathing. Got text messages from Ryan at like 10:30 that night, but all I wanted to do was sleep, and after drinking half a bottle of Nyquil, I did just that.
((Sometimes youre just not ready to say goodbye.
Sometimes youre just not ready to expect the unexpected.
Sometimes the only thing that you can do is sit in awe of what was is and will be.
Sometimes you only want to question why.
Sometimes you dont even get a chance to say goodbye, to say the things that you always meant to say, and always assumed was known, but never really got to say.
Sometimes all you can do is sit quietly and miss the things that just dont come around anymore. You miss everything.
I dont think that anyones ever ready to say goodbye.))
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Yeah im a fiend, if i had my way itd be every day quite a few times, but lately no luck.
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