i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
id fuck shawn from boy meets world only if we could name the baby topanga.
The chick I went home with last night had a happy trail
Whatever, she only has 293 friends, she cant afford to be defriending me..
Just hit on a fat chick so shed buy me a drink. Then i walked away. Nice to see how the other half lives.
Ok that kid was ether gay or 12 with a beard.
We need to tone down the drinking before our 7pm class. I don't remember receiving any of these handouts.
Just because you can put your penis in it does not make it "good stuff".
So apparently we wrote "Lube Shopping" in Paula's diary on every friday for the rest on the year....
i wonder if cab drivers are trained in the art of delivering girls back to their dorms on Saturday mornings. because mine was so nice that he dropped me off at the back of my building so no one would see me.
Ugh. I guess I'm crying loudly or something. My mom just came in and gave me milk, chocolate, a Xanax, and her weed "for the break up blues". Her ways of affection are so odd.
Oh, that was the alley that I ate a pine cone in.
Naked. naked and bneed help.
My day went from bad to worse when I realized I puked out my second floor window last night.
Trying to stay sober at a family function but hiccuping so fucking loud. "Have you been drinking?" I hit on my cousin so yeah. I have been drinking.
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