Good. You are like the clit whisperer.
Yet again my drunken self has managed to find his way into the middle of nowhere with no shoes or recollection of what happened last night.
Then I guess you don't remember me driving you there after you tried making out with my girlfriend, dipshit.
im trying to pick out the cookie crumbs from my adderall. it is a lot harder than it seems.
Okay I've seen like three girls walking around crying today. Weird?
everyone's regretting their thursdays.
I just found a thank you note I apparently wrote to my bed last night for letting me borrow the comforter.
New discovery: pineapple flavored vodka. Life made, liver in jeopardy. Graduation t-minus 50 minutes.
It's time for everyone's favorite Wednesday night game... WHEEL OF. VODKA!!!!!
Running across campus through Hurricane Sandy while hammered and in a slutty cowgirl costume obviously should be top priority tonight
last thing I remember was someone walking in on me sitting in the bathtub listening and singing along to Britney spears "Till the world ends" on repeat.
He was trying to talk to me about standards while he had a french fry box on his hand like a glove and was using it to flatten his cheeseburger.
In tonight's episode of Travis' Fucked up Sex Life, Travis breaks into a building at Tulane to have sex with an attractive Asian man.
Never admit to being cold at those things. That is how you end up waking up the next morning naked under animal pelts... or so I have heard.
He totally just went there for sex cuz he slept in her roommates bed the rest of the night after they were done...
pure definition of booty call.
He's really cute...He stopped talking to me because i pulled my skirt up and peed in a demi plie position...
got laid for being an eagle scout again. 4 more and ill have all my merit badges.
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