Word wrap is still not cooperating but I've decided to not kill my self.

Cooooooooottonelle. How delightfully french. This one is sitting on the top of a toilet. I'm listening to Smino's latest album while my wife is watching The Ultimatum series on netflix. The USA one but in French for some reason, which is doubly distracting.

Anyways, when I was a freshman in college one of my friend's little sister's friends was touring my college. She was incredibly obnoxious but I was less worried about those things back then. We went to a dive bar and she paid for all of our drinks with the spending money her mother gave her.

The way back was brutal. I was far too drunk and it was freezing. I shat my pants when we were about half a mile out on an uphill walk. I don't think anyone noticed.

I went directly to the bathroom and figured my self out and when I got back my friend and the touring girl were in my room. My friend asked if the girl could stay in my room. I don't remember the exact reason but her arrangements fell through.

She slept in one bed and I slept in another for about five minutes before I worked up the courage to ask her if she wanted to have sex with me. She nodded and I climbed out of my bed and into hers and we slept together and after she said thank you and it felt like my soul was being kicked.

I cleaned us both up with Cottonelle wipes then went back to my bed and fell asleep. She was gone before I woke up and I never told my friend.

I cannot remember her face.

The beginning Previous I will add another image tomorrow.