ok this is the part where i go up stairs and pass out incoherently untill 6 30 tommaorw morning and not rember any of this. love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
yeah that always happens. i'm like the where's waldo of parties. i never even know where the fuck i'm at.
And is it bad that I haven't talked to guys who I haven't already dated? I feel like a recycle bin.
Yeah haha but we have no idea where his keys are. Last night was awful. Him and Chancey were in a fully embraced bro hug at one point. Both crying.
Did I mention I hooked up with another country star? I think I need some sort of trophy for each time, yah know? Or like a sash and I win a badge or patch for each person. Like a slutty Girl Scout.
Never drinking again. Maybe, if our boss gave us more 3-day weekends we would know how to handle ourselves. That was a shit show.
I guess that means I was blowing a nerd last week.
And loving it.
One of your snapchats was of you with a 40oz of Mickeys and the caption: "Deep Throat back in her natural habitat"
This guy on the tube is sooooooo high. Eyes are bloodshot and he's licking his headphone cords.
You tried paying your tab with the coaster
The dominatrix coworker is currently listening to pop music that has been translated into an Irish dialect and sung by high school kids. Every day gets weirder here.
There was one thing about my NYC trip I forgot to tell you: I took a dump in Trump Tower
I danced shirtless on a platform with a fucking stripper who went to MIT
My New Year's resolution consists of less weekday hangovers, more sex, and more money.
Think he has a gf
Yea that shit doesn’t necessarily stop me
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