I just came to the conclusion that the most depressing part of my day is when I have to put clothes on.
I have a drunk 6th sense to lyrics of songs i dont know. It only works when i dance..
i guess its officially winter break. i woke up alone and fully clothed this morning.
I woke up and someone had put toast at my feet. I was SO. HAPPY.
They turned the water off again. Brushed my teeth with whats left from those pitchers of mojitos. So hung over i dont even care.
I forgot my id and a man called soup is buying me vodka.
I obviously couldn't but this on your fbook wall. I would get judge. I would willingly get tbagged by him. You can quote me on that.
Yes, he made a MIX CD for our booty call...
Let me put it this way - if I had a list of things I would like between my legs, she would rank below the cello I turned into firewood sophomore year.
seis de mayo is my least favoite holiday because i usually spend it in bed sobbing over my poor life decisions from the night before.
I guess I've just seen a lot of penises since then
So I have to send you an email about my weekend, heretofore referred to as The Perfect Weekend. Wherein I have lots of awesome sex with a guy with THE MOST AMAZING BODY.
I look forward to this email. I will respond with, Condoms and Creepers: The Adventures of Online Dating.
Sometimes you've gotta crawl to stay concious
nm just hungover. watching movies and roasting marshmallows in bed, over a candle to avoid life
Got a blowjob while watching James Bond's "Octopussy." My 13 year old self would be so proud
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