Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
Call me back. I want to hear your side of the dead cat in my garage story.
I am so getting Plan B when we get home. Not getting knocked up by a dude with a hair piece.
She makes me want to have breakfast margaritas every day
Depending on hangover severity. The fact that I can spell severity is in your favor.
Just found my bra in a bag of chips on the kayak floating about the pond. Sure sign of a good night
But I was triple fisting doubles, that's bound to be a good time. Might have a broken collarbone though.
I like to think I'd be good at dodging genitalia.
This is just what we do. We meet guys, go back to their place, smoke all their weed & go home to compete in out own version of Cupcake Wars.
In this town being related to a brewing family or the owner of a sports team is like being royalty. It's like hooking up with the queen's nephew or something.
Fuck these runners passing me on campus as I'm waking to dinner. With my huggie. With flavored vodka and rum. Aka yum
7:26 bus just came. I am sweatier than Louie Anderson eating chili in a sauna
All I know for sure is, I went to bed drunk and I woke up in a relationship..I think I need to reevaluate my drinking skills.
Sex in a hot air balloon, top that one!
Okay I'm officially a Texan now, I banged a dude with cowboy boots
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