I woke up this morning with my shirt on upside down.
You mean inside out.
No, upside down. I ripped the neck hole in the process of getting it around my waist.
but i got with him after midnight so its technically 2 days
not allowed to tweet this cos she's following me but i definitely just got head in a stairwell of the university of chicago. wanted you all to know.
so i used to love airports for the escalators... now its the bars... then the escalators after the bars
Corey Haim died. 80's me is so sad
I'm guessing "whatever I can get" wasn't the reply the nurse wanted when asking what med I need. Oh, and asked for a cartoon band-aid.
I swear to god he's a one man village people.
Blood. All over. Pre coke adventure needs to slow down unless I'm involved
There is only one good excuse for how sore I am right now. And that is incredibly acrobatic sex. Unfortunately for me that is not my excuse.
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
Watching boy meets world, drinking left over pink panty droppers and coloring in a my little pony coloring book. This is my Monday night
I'm more worried that you thought licking a pole on Bourbon street would turn me on
i just got drunk and created an entire Dr Seuss unit for my first graders.
Casey, if you want the continuing love of our mother, you're gonna need to stop drunk texting her from PCB.
It got to the point where I was so drunk, playing rock paper scissors as a drinking game seemed like a good idea.
Randomize
