things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
there's nothing like watching the sun rise at the library alone on a friday morning to make you want to kill yourself.
I want to apologize but I don't know how. Do I just say "sorry for OD'ing on your couch"? I think that just sounds weird.
He left his shoes, boxers and socks at my house & managed to walk home to his dorm without realizing anything was missing until 3 days after. That's the last time i'll ever hook up with a freshman.
i also took my stockings off in the bathroom and blew my nose with them in the cab ride home. james was appalled
If life deals in absolutes, the in betweens are the most hairy.... Fortune cookie wisdom from a stoned Megan.
I don't text first unless I'm hammered...so ya I text first a lot
I woke up in a sink... Not like curled up on top of it though. I was standing, bent over, face first. IN THE DAMN SINK.
I may or may not go. send a pic of a nipple so I know how much fun you're having
I woke up at 6am to a knock and a naked guy at my window.
In times of desperation, never...NEVER put green apple scented hand sanitizer on your vagina.
So I guess I bought a cat last night. Fuuuccckkk.
Ps. I'm slapping the bag. It's an emergency.
I suppose writing him up is more professional than keying his car.
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