I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
Damn it, I know in the morning I'm going to regret eating out of the trash...
I forget the details, but I'm told that I drunkenly stalked him around floor yelling obscure Jewish laws at him
At one point, you closed your eyes and asked me which 'six flags' we were at
Well there's nothing more unattractive them a naked, soft man crying
Oh good your over him
I stole a fireplace last night.
I got laid and laid off at a conference in long beach all on the same day
Eh. They balance each other out
Here's my first problem: I'm drunk
Want to get high and go thrifting? I'm trying to succeed making my dorm look like a deranged Applebees.
Pretty sure I'm going to hell because of our friendship
Last one there wins
the dude in the apartments across the street got a video of me railing blake on your front steps last night
shit like this is why i dont let you drink vodka anymore ..
Funny how the post-sex UTI lasted longer than the entire relationship.
You grabbed your house keys, threw them at the door and asked, "did it open?"
You have to give it to him that he fucked me out of the dull weekdays.
My house exploded and with it all my pot went up in smoke.
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