I think I just was a dick to Paul Rudd.
Broke my phone, have no voice AND I was blackout by 3 p.m...I'm betting I had a great time.
It's 8:30am and I'm drinking.... this is a new low
I think east. Tornado watch. What the fuck are you doing in Texarkana?
Bonnaroo. Tornado watch? Expand on that thought.
Watch for tornadoes.
we just ha sex. he lasted two minutes. i told him to leave because i had class
isnt today saturday?
mom came into my room and asked to borrow some condoms. We have gotten to the point where it's not awkward anymore.
we've coined the Sunday morning ritual of taking out our puke-filled trash cans as The Trash Of Shame
I am dressed. And we didn't do anything. He's gorgeous and tall tho. Something nice to look at when I'm hungover
She's crying about either her ex boyfriend, her one night stand, or her own puke. None of those is worth the tears.
Plus it's a good way to scope out guys. Have them fight for you, like real males do in nature.
As long as he continues to be our subleaser and continues to fuck me, I think it's acceptable for me to steal a piece of bread here and there.
Speaking of dignity, who all saw me....
he's annoying when i'm sober but vaguely hot when i'm drunk so yes i do have a preference and it goes by the name of vodka
so at target i bought condoms, on sale undies, pasta roni, and martini mix. the old lady who rang me up asked "honey are you a freshman?" yea lady i am, thanks.
We're pretty sure we got naked at Pride, so running the two blocks to your place in my underwear is a step up the dignity ladder really.
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