February 2012
3 posts
s-s-s-so
Theres a guy in my dorm and he’s chill. Plays guitar, smokes weed, like a 7 on the attractiveness scale, quite the cultural snob. Through a series of oddly occurring one on one chats we’ve become not… close… but confidential? it’s not like we’re really telling our deepest secrets but just thoughts about people or society or whatever that isn’t good dinner...
Just as I’m rearing to jerk off hard core some bitch on my floor in a towel asks if I have time to give her advice when she’s never asked me before and straight up stops talking about her problems when I enter the room.
fine. FINE. FINE.