So I feel really bad about last night...can i give you a blow job and we call it even?
we turned studying into a drinking game, she drinks when she gets it right, i drink when she gets it wrong. so we'll be out soon
just took a shot of real whiskey... i forgot what it's like to drink liquor that costs more than twelve dollars.
i just shaved my vag. i figure it gave me about ten more minutes to drink tomorrow.
i feel like there is just so much pressure to sex him up, its like the weight of the world is on my vagina.
I send him pictures of my tits whenever I feel like he's paying too much attention to his girlfriend.
Going to the u of w I constantly have that moment of, oh hey I felt you up at that rave at folk fest that one time. Winnipeg is too small.
Things in my bed this morning: a Waffle House hat, a finding nemo DVD, sharpies, my graduation robes and an adult diaper. Did we play drunk scavenger hunt again?
That works. I won't care. I'll be a mermaid. Mermaids don't give a fuck.
Especially drunk mermaids.
Whip out the absinthe and the taquitos, this motherfucker just passed the bar.
I'm not even the least bit surprised that I whored myself out for tiramisu
Cheese, the small of a woman's back, the universe, mountains, vampiric demons, sleep, and dreams.
I think getting right with the Lord should involve more than me and a bottle of tequila.
so idk what that means but now because of me he has a police file as breaking into my apartment and sleeping in my hallway under the carpet
On a scale of having tea with Ghandi to the apocalypse how bad of an idea is it to drink with a 100 degree fever?
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