I have a walk of shame I should be getting to. "Hey, by the way, what is your name?" is not a conversation I want to have today
so what if he's got a new girlfriend. the guy i'm fucking has an english accent. i win.
This is so fucking sad. Netherlands isn't even a real country.
I found out why we traded puke covered dresses in the bathroom.
The tent wall coming unstaked in the wind and hitting me in the face really sobered me up
All I did this weekend was get my life in order. I feel like I wasted my time.
theres still like 7 beers in the gutter from the roof party we had last night. i dont know how we got up there. but we need to get those beers down.
I'm really debating making a second facebook. Same name only with DRUNK at the end. That way I can keep the guys I only talk to when I'm drunk on that facebook and only go on it when im drunk.
I dunno, but she kept buying me shots and asking me to go places with her. oh btw we're signed up to go bungee jumping Saturday
There is nacho cheese and blood everywhere.
I think the multiple Sunday morning sirens outside my window are a plot by the cops to get back at me for the shit we pulled last night. Or I should move to a better area.
now that I know that you did coke with your mom I can't look at her the same
My brain is like scrambled eggs. If scrambled eggs were trying to escape out of my skull through my forehead.
Just turned down sex because it's a holy day of obligation, my mom would be proud.
you left your anal beads in the dishwasher
Randomize
