I hate having morals and standards the next morning.
blowing a .13 at 10 AM isn't nearly as cool as I thought it would be.
just realized we made a drinking game to how many times they say "hakuna matata" in the lion king last night... hello sophomore year.
I'm still trying to decide if it's a complement when he said "I'd like to subscribe to your daddy issues".
Make sure you take the apple pie out of your pocket before you pass out.
at least if we puke, we will be surrounded by beautiful, non-judgemental trees.
Passing out is just my bodies way of protecting my liver.
From scraping the remnants from a coke bag at a lingerie party to meeting with an 80 year old man to discuss civil rights all in under 12 hours bizarrely feels like the epitome of my life
He's sweet and rough. A wonderful contradiction. He's the starburst of sex.
so i ran into nick. i may be more gay than anticipated
U touched your head and and said "oh look blood" and then looked at me and touched my face... And said war paint
it will be just like last year but no clogged toilets and more costumes.
That moment when you realize the hot british guy named rory you drunkenly made out with at a bar is American, is named Tyler, and has a girlfriend.
He told me to tell my ass that he loved and missed it, and even though he hasn't known it long, it might be the one for him
I shouldn't have that kind of responsibility when the prospect of being high is readily available. All I could do was hula hoop and smoke cigarettes last night. My remembrance of anything important was out the window.
Randomize
