You know you're wathing too much reality TV when you start adding commentary to every day life.
my being single is dangerous.
i checked my sent messages this morning and i had apparently tried to text the bar, saying "idk what i drank, do you?"
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
well i did drunkenly flip his snowmobile going 90, so i can kind of see why hes mad
the amount of times i have wished for a boxed wine emoticon is almost alarming. almosttt
Do you relize what downtown will be like this week? Like open season. But instead of deer its hot baseball players from all over the country that we'll never have to see again. I swear the college world series is a gift from god.
What I love about college? The kid tripping balls has a kayak made readily available to him on any given Wednesday, Saturday, or Sunday.
That little tingle vodka gives me in my esphagus is what lets me know I'm still alive.
He really thought ahead and just left the tequila in the mail box for late night pickup. Best. Friend. Ever.
Is the party worth it?
I am drink. Beer pony and singing.
What is soo wrong about a house of half-naked people hugging each other and laughing?
The pinata full of drugs?
I'm trying to get weird tonight. Like I want to see bitches crawling on all fours drinking milk from bowls and shit by 5 am. You down?
Also lets pinky promise right now that we will NOT play "Pony" outside of each other's rooms if we have a hook up over
You don't need yoga. You need a boyfriend! Trust me I've become all sorts of flexible this past year.
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