on the way home the dog started throwing up her bone in the car..so naturally i started to puke too
so i used to love airports for the escalators... now its the bars... then the escalators after the bars
still haven't packed clothes. only wine. gotta love spring break
i knew it was time to leave when he woke me up only wearing pooh bear oven mitts and holding a plate of thank you pancakes
Printed off fake 'Producer' Sundance badges for us. Pretty sure they double as free passes for getting laid by 'actresses'. Testing this theory tonight.
nothing can ever be as bad as the night i blacked out, updated my fb status to i need a pity fuck and then passed out for 13 hours.
While all the other girls were trying to out skut the next, Cameron was just doing cartwheels around the bar. I think she's the only one who got laid.
Spent 20mins wondering why my roommate wouldn't answer after we were pounding on the door.....Def went to the wrong building.
The only flat surface we had was a cheez it box so we snorted the blow off of that. Rock bottom really isn't that bad.
I have bruises from doing the splits on the poles, if that doesn't scream bourbon street regret then I don't know what does
Just had to double check that I had pants on. THAT kind of weekend.
the only reason I'm still sleeping with him is to get the university's secure wifi password
My tits became the mascot for the SAE house last night.
I just spent so much time grooming my landing strip and like, sex isn't even on the agenda tonight.
I don't want too, lol. I'm currently awaiting my next period like its the second coming of christ
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