Just walk through the Honors dorm on a Saturday night. You'll feel better about yourself.
I will never underestimate my ability to drunken ramble. At one point last night i think i was talking about hieroglyphics
she kept calling me pablo. i just went with it.
My mom and dad are smoking a joint while lecturing me on what to bring and how to act in Europe. I'll finish this glass of wine and head over.
I realized last night, I never talk dirty in German during sex. How much wasted potential is that?
If you've never been partying there before, take Shae with you. Drunk Shae is like a GPS. She found us the only bottle shop still open at four, a pot dealer, and told us all which subway to take to get home. She'd never been to Madrid before. It was awesome.
I don't care how great the sex was, I cannot unsee what has been seen. I regret ever stalking his Facebook.
I mean, I introduced myself as "the after party". I think he knew early in the night he was in for a bangathon.
I'd say it's his fault for never running us through proper protocol for "catching your RA in the middle of him banging some girl"
I bought Plan B for the first time and an interview outfit today. You could say my life is improving.
For a guy who came before his dick was out of his pants, he gave surprisingly good head.
I'm 22 and I'm drinking hawaiian punch from a sippy cup. Everything is right in the world.
She abandoned me on the doorstep of her hostel. Turns out you can't bring one night stands into those places. Slept in a train station next to a tramp. He gave me chips. And didn't steal my shit while I slept. So I'm counting this one as a win
If you think I'm going to drive 5.5 hours just to bang a guy, you'd be absolutely right.
Convinced if I was being murdered in my house no one would come and save me. If no one heard my 10000000 orgasms last night, there is no hope.
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