Let's bang like we're on a Lifetime Channel movie.
Graduating is kinda bittersweet. Now I'm gonna have to find another excuse to day-drink and sleep until 3pm besides "I'm in college."
It's 10am. I'm hungover wearing a flyers jersey and a phillies hat and eating a cheesesteak. I'm not the only one. Best city ever.
We carried on a casual conversation about plants while I gave him a hand job.
Found myself carrying 2 bottles of .89 euro wine about half a mile to where im staying. and someone stopped me and spoke to english. apparently, i reek of drunk american.
I dunno. It's not as good as 'devourer of cocks' but I suppose few things are.
I was in the bathroom puking up mountains of tequila and when he came to help me, I held the door shut and kept yelling at him to let me be a lady.
Well, my nose won't stop bleeding from really bad cocaine and my purse is full of plastic gold coins. Also, someone saved in my phone as "tyrannosaurus sex" won't quit texting me. Savannah won. Let's put it that way.
Jameson and I invented street rugby last night. Yeah
I want you to come over here and spit coffee in my mouth like a momma bird feeding a baby bird. That hung over.
I just wrote a love letter to my weed and texted it to my cousin. I can't say it any differently. It happened.
I manage to fit my wine bottle in my koozie and the rest is history
According to the arrest report, I shouted "no, YOU put some pants on" at the cop. Downhill from there.
2 weeks into this dating someone with money thing and I already don't know if I can go back to the being poor life
One of these days I would like to go out drinking and stick to plan of just getting drunk and not be sidetracked with other people's plans of doing drugs along the way. I didn't even want to not feel my teeth tonight but here we go just another Thursday night when you live I live
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