A rapist could grow a rose in prison and it would still be a rose.
I don’t remember last night, but drugs, alcohol, weed and alcohol def took place. And my fantasy football draft that I don’t entirely remember. Sex.
And apparently everyone thinks I’m gay and my shorty defends me even though I am technically gay, but, “You’re not that gay. You prefer women.” Eh, I’m gay. Bi means I like girls and guys even though I prefer women. She didn’t know I’ve fucked multiple guys. She only thought I dated one guy and that was it, but I was like, “No, I’ve fucked plenty guys.” Everyone has thought I was gay since highschool. I fuck women though…and guys. Teehee.
Oh, and my boss knows I fucked in her house. She “thought” she heard something. She probably did. We were loud as fuck lmao. She ain’t even mad. I hope she works tomorrow so I can ask her about it.
I send nudes because I’m not ashamed. Leak them bitches. I’ll smile and be like, “Yeap, that’s me!”
Everytime someone wants to confirm that it’s me on my ID they ask me to smile because my smile is “one of a kind” or “wonderful” etc. It’s funny. I just smile, they compliment me and then give me alcohol. Perfect.