the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
I opened my browser to a doctor page titled "serious pain under left side of ribcage". Last night must have been healthy.
he got a rim job in the basement.
apparently i was the one who gave it to him.
Why am I the only one concerned that there's a dog in the movie theatre?
I tried to convince the Lobo Card people to take my pic with my sunglasses on because I will probably always be this hungover.
Pictures of drunk me in a bike helmet are like McDonald's collectible toys. There's sooo many, but NO ONE has seen all of them.
He's in the same dorm as me. We are sharing a laundry room, gym, and cafeteria. I'VE ALREADY COMMITTED DORMCEST AND MOVE-IN DAY ISN'T UNTILL NEXT WEEK!!!!
Killing two birds with one stone tonight: mastrabation meditation. Win win.
I can't even spell what he said he was on. And I had to call 4 people before someone had heard of it.
He blacked out and wouldnt drink anything unless he funneled it, so I made him funnel water
My next goal in this relationship is to teach my boyfriend that there are valid reasons to be fear of dolphins completely.
I find him attractive in the absolute weirdest way. Like I need him to do my taxes, but I also feel like I should spill things on him to gain his attention and then lick it off to gain his affection.
I find celibacy oppressive. Huge waste of my time and talents.
I'm driving to work hungover. I feel like I got hit by a train and then drank that train too.
My trash can is full of used condoms and girl scout cookie boxes.
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