she just waddled down the stairs behind me and puked and kind of reached for me but i sped up. does that make me a bad person?
I've spent too much of my life staring at my bberry and counting to 5 to see if it blinks
I really should sober up and deal with this hangover
It seems to be one of those life decisions I'm perfectly content never making though
We decided that the paper cups disintegrating was god's way of telling us we had had enough
Just doin' what I do best: sitting in a stall in the class building's bathroom, pondering life and exploring deep, dark corners of the internet before class.
seeing two freshman taking a cab home at noon on a Monday makes me realize how much worse my life choices could have been
No one parties like Jon. He once stole a cops hat, ran like the wind, partied all night with it, and dropped it off at the station the next day with a box of donuts as an appology.
Oh yes there is. Now I'm the sad one. Please organize my life. And I will demoralize yours.
Once again I am on the toilet and refuse to get up
What a great time to reflect on life
He peed my bed and tried to say it was just the wine. The red wine. On white sheets. He's not a good liar.
There's no time frame.
For drinking wine out of the bottle and taking nyquil at 9 AM? There probably should be.
Not as great as when your drunk mom grabbed my junk, but better than when your sober grandma sacktapped me and grabbed my butt.
I love how when he said ecstasy pills both of our heads whipped around like a couple of horned owls.
Alright, I've had enough of this good girl shit. Tonight you either blackout or backout.
I'm not having sex with him if he doesn't believe in gay marriage and abortions.
Randomize
