Okay so if I'm going to keep referring to my hangover in the third person it needs a name.
You threw up in a Dixie cup last night. Oddly, you just gained major points in my book for that.
drunken yoga. on the beach. senior week. you have been chosen <3
Crashed the mayor's bday party, no list for some reason. Wore suits. Ludacris was there.
It's official drugs can't kill me
I'm helping my Mormon ex boyfriend from high school embrace his inner cross dresser. This is truly god's work.
I know he is still a student. I am not asking if his being an underwear model makes it more ethical, just less prosocutable.
It was close. I was the girl scoping out where all the garbage cans were located in the class just in case.
This is why you don't heavily drink before 2 midterms.
Think I just subconsciously wanted a cigarette and started sleep walking to Carl's.. Didn't realize what I was doing until I found myself in an elevator.
Going to the ER, I'll explain later but apparently drunk me isn't allergic to peanut butter.
ORGASMS AND PIZZA
PIZZA AND ORGASMS
he was wearing a widestriped red gingham suit jacket with complete sincerity im not surprised she beat the shit out of him
So I said "fuck it" and made myself a sandwich
We were supposed to have sex but we had smoked so much neither of us wanted to move.
So he apologized for peeing on my floor.. then we fucked all night.
Real classy
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