Saw a Delta Zeta recruitment poster today. On it, somebody added, "All you need is your daddy's credit card and a lack of self-respect."
im letting my talent of no gag reflex go to waste
did all my christmas shopping this morning at 4am drunk. never went to sleep. i was walking home drunk last night when i passed a target and saw 3 kids having a dance off. had to join. somehow they convinced me to go shoopping with them. i bought 4 disco balls and a lava lamp.
Ya! She had a north face on tho so she was a classy hooker.
Apparently she doesn't appreciate the significance of eskimo sisterhood as much as I do.
just found gum connecting my sunglasses to my floor board. you don't want to know where else it was.
we hotboxed my bathroom. with nine people and two dogs.
If this week is any indication of my life here I've got to get out ASAP. My liver can't hack it.
Me focusing on not shitting my pants is keeping me awake.
I masterbate to the thought of you. You totally aren't just a booty call.
My life is a joke. Told everyone last night that they could call me Mrs. McCormick because I'm gonna end up alone with a handle of peach vodka anyways.
Basically I don't wanna put on pants...but I'm stoked for drinking my face off tomorrow.
Also, I'm sat on the floor drinking cava because life is just not working for me tonight.
Stop getting drunk and running away. I can'tell chase you. Iim in heels and have big boobs. Running is a bad idea for me.
I like your optimism Chelsea but I'm not about getting my salad tossed
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