i found the vodka. it was hiding in the orange juice.
it hasn't hit me that college is over yet. so far at home, i haven't brushed my teeth, taken off my makeup, or changed clothes before bed.
working out is totally making me break out.. i'm doomed to forever be either a butterface or a butterbod. there is no way out.
If I won't even leave the house for sex tonight. I definetly not going out for anything else.
it was a frathouse cornucopia of foul mixed drinks and "sangria", which im convinced was blood and pcp
all time personal low: room service guy going "You want french fries AND onion rings???"
She kicked in my bedroom door in only high-heals with a bottle of wine, announcing it was "cock-o-clock"
I WAS JUST SITTING HERE BEING SNIFFED BY ODD WOMEN FOR A SOLID 5 MINUTES. My face was a twist of utter fear and confusion...
He's def the type to chop us into bits whilst screaming "NAPA BITCH". AKA my type
Pennsylvania now holds the distinct honor of being the third state I've crapped my pants in.
I'm just glad you didn't end up in Staten Island
I woke up naked holding a taco. My ass couldn't even make it to my bed let alone Staten Island
So far 2 of my professors caught me looking at their dicks
i should probably stop doing things just because i think they’re funny. i’m not going to.
No instead we fucked in the elevator.. it was wrong on so many levels..
How tall was the building? Maybe it was only wrong on some of them
I'm fucked-out. That state of being high between fucked up and passed out.
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