Apparently last night I sat at the bar with an upside down sharpie lightning bolt on my forehead, yelling "It's Harry Potter's birthday! Let me be on the qudditch team!" And I kept calling the bartender Dobby. There are videos.
So it wasn't until I came that he pointed out the glow in the dark plastic star still stuck to my forehead. Fun times.
she's in the bathroom. spitting in the trashcan. not throwing up. just spitting and singing bad romance by lady gaga.
thatta girl
Um, I don't really remember much about the event... and then I woke up on the metro..
im just gonna turn drinking alone on new years into a tradition
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
He gave me a book last time I slept there. Im beginning to feel like a really weird hooker. Like instead of money he gives me random shit he has lying around. like hamburger buns
We defiantly won best dressed in the ER tonight
You could probably play six degrees of separation of my cock in this city.
I have bruises all over from falling so much last night, I even have bruises on my arms from them picking me up off the street.. Oh vodka nights.
im like basted in vodka, i went tanning and it was like i was an alcoholic turkey being cooked in a locker of doom
we left when one of the guys tried to stick himself with an IV that he found
My 1st STD. I feel like there should be a cake for this.
Just fantasized about my boss's fingers in a meeting. I desperately need to get some.
Lobby closes at 2 AM on Thursday, but everyone walking still wants food... I could run a "Taco Bell Taxi" when I clock off at 2 and charge a dollar to give drunks a ride through drive thru.
Someones thought of a way to afford tuition.
Randomize
