party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
thought so. i woke up and he was playing with my eyeliner. I MAKE GREAT CHOICES.
apparently i traded the tiffany necklace my mom bought me for 2 shots and next in line for beer pong at the frat.
Part of my whole not being a slut anymore involves not giving other peoples boyfriends blowjobs
It was a cry at the bar alone type of night, served with a side of passing out facedown in my nachos.
Had to belly crawl across the floor to the toilet with my eyes closed to puke my life out without making my hangover worse. Three times.
High moment. Almost just passed the blunt to the dog.
I don't know whether to call the hospital or call the prison first.
I am in a hotel room with 10 people. John is in bed eating an industrial sized pan of mashed potatoes. I think a non insignificant number of people saw my nipples.
Time to eat Mexican food til I hate myself.
That's completely alright, I do it a lot.
I opened the door and his girlfriend was standing there; we made silent, prolonged eye contact as I quietly put on my panties and left.
Dude, I can't even reach my asshole to wipe it. I have a lot more to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
I can't help you there
I yelled out "blow jobs!" in my macroeconomics class. Ask me more about how my life is spiraling out of control.
I'm sitting here drinking whisky and listening to The Wiggles, I don't need a social life
I got so drunk last night that I was drunk in my dream. Good night
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