Im sending over a girl who thinks youre in the next twilight movie
your the best winggirl ever
The night started going down hill when she shot the cashier in the face with the confetti gun we bought at 711.
I'm genuinely dissapointed that we didn't make any fat chicks cry
They just kept handing me shots and saying welcome to college
Why is there a blood-covered "sorry about your stuff" note stapled to my door?
looking at my texts from you makes me want to throw up in my pants
I never appreciated sexting until I went to rehab
bad news.. campus security walked me home last night and when i tried to tell them where i lived they assured me they knew where our house was.
I've decided I'm going to drink again. More. Day drinking. Night drinking. Everything. It's the responsible thing to do since I'm not pregnant
Is it acceptable to cry on a Friday or am I supposed to drink to forget it?
I woke up this morning with a sharpie tramp stamp. Pretty sure it's a picture of a squirrel.
I know I swore I wouldn't go home with him, but he whispered that he had taquitos and you know how much drunk me loves taquitos.
so hungover. idk whos house or comp im on
Damn. Looks like nobody I know is doing anything interesting. Guess it's another slut-it-up-with-strangers sort of night.
I always knew ther was a reason why we're best friends
Obvs our love of drugs
I like to think of it more as our love of curiosity
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