If Jon and Kate can get divorced...how hard can it be for me?
yah I made NO friends last night. at one point i think i replaced talking with spitting
State Street has never looked so beautiful than during my walk of shame.
i just missed the spain goal because i was puking in the bathroom. damn you open bar.
Granted I did fall into a pond wearing your dress, but I did save a frog in the process so I think it was worth it.
You stumbled in the house, mumbled something about a cheese party, grabbed a block of cheese and the whiskey, and left.
Let's not refer to him as Dustin. That makes him seek like a real person, not just a dick I would like to experience.
I've just stalked all the hot guys who have clicked "attending". I now know which guys are "yes", "maybe" and "no". I only hope my drunk self remembers.
When you get home...find me in the shower. Only safe place at the moment.
I just smoked a joint and ate a sandwich while watching someone get arrested. Bonnaroo is a silly place.
So i walked around campus drunk and alone last night eating pizza and a lunchable from 7-11. Sat by the flag pole and drank an entire liter of water, took off my shoes to prance around in the fountain, then stepped in dog shit on the way home...barefoot.
On a happier note, I can fit in my old shorts. Dope does have its perks
Apparently walking into a national conference and proclaiming "i'm here to fuck shit up" is frowned upon.
Who knew?
Unless you want to see me masturbate, I think skype is a no go for now.
Just try and act like you're sober
I can't I snorted an anti depressant and he's pouring me tequila shots
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