i miss vodka and anonymity. college is so rich in both. in college we are a many armed creature, lubricated with beer and sex.
How'd it feel making her break her religion?
The girl next to me in class is taking notes on woman's suffrage with a girls gone wild pen.
I'm texting you from across the beer pong table to tell you that the drunk chick you brought over needs to disappear. like now.
we fucked the fort apart but we'll rebuild it after we get some drinks.
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
So what's the verdict on pumpkin smoothies with vodka? I puked.
You have to wear the princess leia gold bikini every Sunday
corona bottle fell out of my backpack and broke in the middle of my physics midterm. yay me.
I am 100% planning on being drunk on Wednesday. This is America. Work or no work.
Relaxed was like phase 1 of this phase 7 high
Pretty sure my boner drove me home. Like it didn't just do the steering it was the gas and brake too..
So I've been spending my morning trying to figure out if there's a corealation between Wednesday margarita night and the boat that's now in my living room.
The only thing left on my Bucket List is getting fingered at an aquarium.
I'm surronded by jorts. You're probably too drunk to care. I'm gonna cry now. Love you.
Randomize
