I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
In retrospect pumpkin carving while drinking Patron was a bad idea.
Home, forcing the cats to make out. Someone should get some.
we didnt even make it to the club...the two of us were sharing a plastc bag in the taxi puking into it.
Leaving someone plastered on a corner at 3am telling them to just scream for cock is NOT being a good wingman.
high as fuck. watching parent trap with my mom. keep missing my mouth.
I burst into tears on the boat this morning because we bumped a duck in the head. I am way too hung over for today
I think we should get high on adderall and nair each other again for New years.
I'm sorry but that single bed couldn't hold all five of us, especially with those boobs.
Traveling before 21 and traveling after 21 are two different things. There's a whole nother world of red white and blue weird out there
There is no amount of alcohol that can make me forget I had a Jimmy Kimmel sex dream
the night probably should have been over when the guy let her fill out my mechanical bull waver for me because i couldn't read
I'm curious as to what my outfit choices drunk me made for this weekend.
Between randomly bursting into tears and the reappearance of my lost sex drive, this break up has left me bizarrely damp.
I'm drinking apple juice and champagne while watching crossroads..like the classy bitch that i am.
Randomize
