I just woke up in the 4th floor lounge at 5:30AM with my ipod on to springsteen and a condom on
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tried to be sexy and unbutton his shirt with my teeth. ended up slobbering all over it. thank god he was already passed out
It's 8 am and he's already trying to get me to make out with a girl.
I feel like tequila heightens the sense of my nipples.
You told him you loved him!?
I mean if he translated "Zi luve ku" as that then yes.
The heaters out again. Makin a fire in thebroke toilet for warmth.
I peed glitter this morning and had a beard drawn on my face with eyeliner. Last time I do shots with gay Dan.
This weekend was suppose to be a 'smoke weed and stare at things' weekend. Not a 'spend all my rent money partying with Europeans till 8 am' weekend
Yeah but those French chicks did get naked
I asked if he wants to help me spring forward at 2am on Sunday. He seems down.
Is this a drinking picnic?
Is there another kind?
I don't know if I should feel proud or ashamed of myself...ashamed for making myself a drink at 6:15am or proud for actually being awake that early.
you just cant say you love him and then say you want to fuck your boss
I'm kinda glad you won't be in Vegas tomorrow because you'd make us go streaking or throw dead animals at them.
When I got home he was in his underpants on the couch, eating pop tarts and crying while watching Voltron.
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