I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Thanks for ditching me last night. I got a ride home from the Dominos delivery guy. You owe me 3 large pizzas.
Never again let me pretend to be australian for free booze.
he's like a stage 5 clinger and he won't even fuck me. he has to be gay. my personality isn't really THAT great.
i had confetti in my bra
i still find it in random places like a shoe or my car. that week haunts me
After he called me a "spirited little girl" I realized that I need to stop sleeping with guys more than ten years older than me.
Started with us just having a beer. Now Ivan lit a torch to walk to the store, Ben smashed a 26 in the parking lot, and they're throwing broken shot glasses. Fratio Friday is something.
Last time he went to Europe, every time he started drinking he would wake up in a different country with no memory. There is no way he can be tour leader.
He was wearing a tux and a big sombrero so it automatically made the flute he was playing totally cool
This taxi driver is not happy I am in drag
AND I JUST BURNT MY BACON. WTF MONDAY. SCREW YOU TOO
I sexted him with a GIF from titanic and it worked....
so hungover i had to get off the train to puke, rallied and went to work. not sure if that's an adulting win or fail
I serenaded the cat in the hat for a few 90s songs but idk who he is
I woke up alone, naked in her bed staring at a lifesize poster of edward cullen,actually I'm lying I did have socks on
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