4:12a: just got back to his place now. I don't want to talk about it
I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
i realized our last day of finals is on cinco de mayo....it's god's way of saying drink ridiculous amounts of tequila and wear sombreros
Im drunk and they're making me play quiet game. Im scared. Baptists are here
i'm getting the "you hooked up with my friends" speech from him. i'm returning with the "gotta keep my quota up" speech
Sudden realization: I dumped him because he was too immature, yet I am the one who moved back into my parent's basement post-breakup.
I'm not sure how appropriate a drug deal is while at a wake.
My life has only gotten better since they built a playground behind the bar
My last two google searches are "shiny things" and "Ohio consent laws." you should visit more often.
I figure that my generation of my family needs an alcoholic. I'll take that burden.
All's fair in love and war. and tinder.
The thought "Ummm which pants am I wearing? ...I *am* wearing pants, right?" just ran through my head. I'm done. So done.
It's Jesse McGoddamn Cartney, the whole world sings that shit
One minute I'm going home the next I'm getting railed on the back 9.
....even the bartender was embarrassed for her
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