I don't know what I could have possibly done in a past life to deserve watching my boyfriend projectile vomit margaritas and probs blood while completely naked.
I just rolled a joint with a page from On The Road by Kerouac. I have never felt like more of a hipster.
just walked past a group of stoners who were staring open jawed in the spice aisle. tonight they will stumble upon something amazing.
Nope it's him. He's whispering to himself and buying asparagus.
remember last night when you and I took turns yelling THIS IS HUGE in my dogs faces? I love wine night.
Rooting for you and your team in the Beer Olympics this afternoon...! Love you, Mom
It totally doesn't make me a groupie if I hooked up with him before he was in the Olympics
Girl passed out in class and vomited. Another victim of syllabus week
No worries you cant actually turn into a wine snob if you brew it in your closet....
You were yelling in my ear let's double team her with her right next to us
Is it bad that my only regret is fucking on the bathroom floor and not the sink?
Had no idea what his name was when I woke up. Went through his desk, found his tax records. Ben. And loaded.
You're probably reading this when you wake up from your "nap" in the front yard. Maybe next week you should go to class, and not start Thirsty Thursday at 9:30 in the morning.
I just puked my brains out on the side of the road (see picture) And I took a picture for our scrapbook! I am always thinking! =) tell me your proud?!
Remind me to tell you: When threeways go awry, my MLK weekend story.
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