It's always a relief to be able to look at some one, and remind yourself that there IS some one who gets laid less then yourself.
Went home with a guy 2 " his house". Woke up this morn on couch to parents cooking breakfast, piss all over my back and he is no where to be found. That fuckr pissed on me and bounced. His parents are gonna think some drunk bitch pissed their couch.
Packing for the trip... do they take Visa in South Dakota?
He gave a passionate hug to every tree on the way to my car.
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
I thought I hit my peak drinking in college. Just finished first day on Wall Street. College was nothing.
I woke up with a random mailbox in my room with a note that said "this should probably be returned. Happy Thursday!"
I ended up with a bullet proof vest and I still don't know his last name.
The good news is the house is clean, the bad news is someone redecorated the bonus room by spray painting "free willy" on the wall in honor of the girl who passed out in there last night.
I get off at the next exit which doesn't have a shoulder, a guy is riding my ass so I cant stop. I think I got as much puke on his car as on mine.
Feeling better?
I can stand long enough to do the dishes finally. Been trying that all day.
I should've been more social I guess. I feel bad not meeting the people who willingly sucked alcohol out of my navel...
This snow needs to melt so I can get wasted on someones front lawn
rock bottom is drinking straight vodka from a protein shaker, singing one direction and crying alone in your room. exams.
I'm fucking my way through California and it's kind of fun.
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