i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
I feel like I'm in a bed a bagels and mistakes.
There's a big hole in the wall at the dining hall. I hope we didn't do
I've been very busy/drunk lately... Sorry.
i broight you flpweers amd vodka. open yoir bask door
In between when I last wrote and now have screwed a Swiss guy on a hostel bathroom floor. Okay, real life?
I told the DJ last night to play Third Eye Blind before 1:45 and just pointed at him as I walked away. He didn't do it and at 1:45 I just walked out pointing at him, without my friends
I just had to take a picture of someone whose testicles are bigger than my fists combined. Living the dream.
L'Shannah Tovah!
Whats that? My new stripper name?
the problem is i have six tabs of acid in my freezer and no self control
The zombie version of you bit my friend's hand. No more zombie crawl for you. Not ever.
I just masturbated in the tanning bed stoned. Best decision of my life
And our sex soundtracks thus far have been metal and Star Wars
it looks like a nuclear can of fuck blew up in here
Third time this week I've caught co workers dry humping. Quarantine really changes people's priorities.
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