there's paper in my vomit.
Singing into hair straightener during spice girls....sooo dangerous
I'm not really sure how I got home, but judging by this headache, i'm assuming it involved bourbon.
I woke up with a solved rubics cube in my purse
Eventually the creepy theater major quirks will come out. Probably in bed. Like role playing as the Phantom of the Opera
The bouncer at this strip club is my new best friend. He is also very persuasive. He got me to strip onstage for a t shirt. It's a nice shirt.
Our cab driver looks like Kim Jong il, and you're missing a fascinating conversation about Katie wanting to be carbon dated.
Not sorry that my walk of shame this morning was barefoot on my scooter.
I'm getting a collar when he gets back in to town! That's like the bdsm equivalent of getting his class ring!
Would it be playing god to put spaghetti on my pizza?
It's just unfortunate that I still have the image of him having sex with me fresh in my mind
we fucked and then he hand fed me a hot pocket
You're the third Mark I've fucked in that bed.
I don't remember that much at all. But I guess I met this guy from New Zealand and his dog, and then I punched someone in the face.
Come over. Bring drugs. My sister is making cookies. She took Valium. They should be badass cookies.
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