the guy I was hooking up with asked me if he could wear a guerilla suit during sex.
our drinking schedule never changed, we just drank at work.
He started to notice that i sleep with every girl he calls dibs on.
I'm confused are we getting high or did someone actually die?
I suppose I should wish you a happy one year of bumping uglies
As long as I don't spend the half the week passed out/fucked up on Klonopin and no one dies, this will be the best week I've had all semester.
There was blow residue on my chem book and my TA was like, did u stain your notebook with CaCO3?
I think I'm the only sober person in the whole bar. If you count drinking less than 10 tequilas sober.
This isn't just a hangover. I can feel the blood moving through my veins, and it hurts.
I told her it would be awesome. We are all the same people. One of us would always be drunk, one of us would always be hooking up, and one of us would always be crying into a pancake.
We got a noise complaint for vacuuming too much but not for getting really high and yelling about peanut butter
He was awful. Hubby's was apparently epic. I suck at swinging.
I slapped a guy during sex last night because he moaned the wrong name. Then I remembered I gave him a fake name. Sorry bro.
Ah, Christ. I just saw a D lister I made out with once on a Rock Of Love rerun. Why are you asleep right now? Some weird shit is happening.
When are you getting back?
Well google maps doesn't have an estimated time for crawling... Could be days
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