I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
I skipped work to stalk him.
Coming down off exstacy at a church event. Resisting the urge to dance to the church hymns.
so he reminded me it was our 9 month anniversary and then said "we could've had a baby by now"
she read insantiy as in-nast-tit-ty and asked what the hell does that mean...
I feel as though I could trust her, I mean she did tell me she was married before we had sex.
some guy just walked by in the street and for 5 seconds yelled "IMM SOOOO HORNYYYYYY!!!!"
You're just jealous because you lost me and I ended up at another party licking Marshmallow Fluff bikinis off of lesbians.
Apparently all year they've been using me as a standard of drunkenness
I'm drunk in a field. the chupacobra is going to eat me. if I die serve vodka at my funeral.
I'm going to be fiscally responsible and buy a handle.
It was only in the sobering silence of the wilderness on the mountain, after I was too tired to talk anymore and I also didn't want to tell Julian that we were lost, that I realized how super tripped out I had been the entire time...
We both shit in the same closet in Santa Fe. Nothing is sacred anymore.
I got arrested FOR running from the cops. In college Dad got arrested and THEN ran from the cops. So it could be worse.
i let a mormon finger me. i don't ever want to be that drunk again.
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