FYI... At my funeral, it will be your job to throw yourself dramatically onto my casket.
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
he asked me out through an event invitation on facebook, the title read Romantic Dinner For 2
standing in line at subway, they've got 'stand up and get crunk' blaring. the lines out the door and everyone is dancing. Lombardi Gras rules.
..i think i can hear you losing your virginity
No. untill you have done a puke that contains nothing but semen and tequila, you do not 'feel my pain'
By round 4 of the Dead End shots, I thought my jaw was dislocated ... Best invention EVER.
He just laughed at his drink laid on the floor and crawled to the bathroom
Not only did I get beyond cray cray this weekend. My body has nursed itself to plentiful and impeccable health. Fuck you world, I am back.
How dare you question the sanctity of Chocolate-and-Porn day
no, I didn't go in the end. Too hungover and hot, plus Star Wars is on so obviously I'm having a naked day.
I had a really bad dream about us drinking this weekend. Remind me to tell you Friday when we start drinking
I mean seriously there comes a time when you just need to take a crap in peace. Until he figures that out he can stay the hell outta my place.
I am pants-free in the living room. This is liberating.
"I'm 22, I could die in a piano bar." -a sentence i actually just said to my boss
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