I spent my night drunkenly staring at a picture of John Stamos. How do you think I feel?
They call it the Collection Couch because all 4 room mates have slept with at least 3 different girls on it. He tried to seal the deal with "would you like to be number 14?"
And sadly I did.
I just want to point out that nothing makes my hickie/hangover more obvious than sleeping in a scarf and sunglasses. nothing.
why does he always try to puke into shot glasses
Thanks, girl! That means a lot. I can't wait to share my jail stories with you over salad and cupcakes.
The things I do for you. Not that I'm unhappy about it. I'm just saying you should love me.
Did you sleep with him again?
No! I just led him to believe that I would if he gets me booze. Do I have that little class that you have such minimal faith in me?
My worst fear almost came to light...I was choking and the cats stared at me like they had no problem eating my face if I died
just peed on my shirt somehow, im calling it a day
I broke out the Krispy Kreme, and am possibly having random internet sex in less than an hour. I think I got this breakup under control.
I'm ashamed and embarrassed. Unless we get drunk and have random sex with people we will never see again we might lose ourselves.
I just swallowed some ecstasy stuck in my nose from last night. Work should be interesting.
Went to take a shower. Brought my wine, forgot my towel.
Be safe. If you have intercourse with a boy use so many condoms this his penis is no longer recognizable.
I refuse to plan drunken casual sex. Just think of the monster I'd create.
I have dined. Now I want to get fucked.
Randomize
