trying to fathom saturday night and the fact that Rainn Wilson now hates me. my brain hurts.
You were right. It hurts to walk today.
Somehow last night, my dad got me so drunk that I ended up throwing up on the couch, turning the cushions over to hide it, and going to sleep on them.
we just pregamed for our presentation... gotta love group bonding
Two man bar crawl was hectic. Just found leaves in my pocket.
You spilled spaghetti on the floor, and kept telling the noodles to "settle down" as you tried to clean it up
The other. Cat spoke to me and left. This shit is laced
The first cat might save me but they are taking out masks
Nah, this is the University of Tennessee. She'll get the clap, and get busted for having pot in her dorm by spring break. This time next year she'll be part-timing at a community college as a nursing major. So predictable it hurts.
I'm bringing cupcakes to work today as an apology for my actions at the bar last night, my boss probably can't look at me the same ever again
If he thinks that that is an acceptable way to ask me out he is out his goddamn ginger mindddddd.
Fuck I am so excited for the first time I can make someone call me Doctor Nikki during sex after I finish my PhD
I just conveyed my whole sex life to my mom over voicemail. Anddd, I'm hammered.
Top night. Top night.
I was so drunk that I passed out before I could do or say anything I'd regret. My low alcohol tolerance is like a guardian angel.
Taking care of drunk people fulfills my need to be a mother
I have so much to do, no motivation, and Harry Potter is on. You KNOW whats taking priority in my life right now
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