To think... Somewhere, too drunk by buckcherry is someone's theme song
so when we were booking the hotel and plane tickets for vegas we reserved a chapel for someone, it's inevitable.
I cant believe Lindsay Lohan feels like this every day
i may have reached my "but im high so it's cool" quota for the month.
I try to help out whenever I can. Speaking of rough nights I woke up half naked on Brady's couch with bloody paper towels duct taped to my foot.
Why the fuck is the royal wedding at 4am. That is obviously not the most appropriate time to drink during finals. It's like I'm bound to fail, by royal decree.
I just walked into my exam wearing a mans tshirt and Alex's size 13 crocs twenty min late carrying only a pencil and my heels...I'm not real
And I can taste the vodka through my ears. Good god.
Did i actually sleep there? Or did i just get sand everywhere?
If we accept the love we think we deserve do we also accept the sex we think we deserve?
I have a fantastic sense of humor but being called a merman isn't funny
I am at a new level of appreciation for drunk-you, who threw up into her own sweatshirt pocket last night in the car. Brava.
I don't need inspirational quotes. If I'm going to be motivated, it will be by anger and spite.
9 am booty call on your ex's birthday. Fuck yea
lets face it, we have a liquor cabinet with a designated chocolate shelf
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