its not stalking. its research.
part of me always dies a little when i go to the "2 women seeking 1 man" section in craigslist's casual encounters to find nothing there. it's tragic
I thought I hit my peak drinking in college. Just finished first day on Wall Street. College was nothing.
Lost gin update. Blackout me found and re-hid the bottle. Left a note to myself saying, "GOOD LUCK, SUCKER!"
at some point i feel off my bar stool straight into the arms of a gay guy. just my luck.
omg i met someone at the bar who sells hair feathers. that are long. saved in my phone as "haiirs deather"
currently pooping in a public restroom while drinking free beer. there has never been a finer line between awesome and depressing.
This is one of those moments when you do what I say or I come stalk you down like a gazelle.
He can spot Burberry from half a bar away. He's not into vag
Lol I think I might have been a little aggressive last night there is a blue ass print from your jeans on my wall
Yeah well you try taking nice pictures while you have pizza crust lodged in your throat
Had to walk of shame past Westminster Abbey this morning. Pretty sure a Japanese tourist took a photo of me.
Yes I peed all over myself and lost both my credit cards, who wants to know?
Today I learned I and my bar naps were the subject of a bar meeting.
Note to self: Calvin Klein's are not safe to shit in.
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