its 9am. i just got home. spent 6 hours blowing him in a closet last night
Everything that you guys said happened came back to me. like a tidal wave of regret.
All I remember is taking a bath, puking in the bath water numerous times while trying to wash myself and I must of eventually given up
To put it in a frame of reference with which you're familiar, it was like making out with a golden retriever.
I traded my shirt for vodka. I wonder if my parents can pinpoint where they went wrong raising me.
Nope she woke up in a hotel room alone on 55th street. A guy in a lamborgini gave her a ride this morning. She was walking barefoot home
You're alright. You just passed out while we were having sex. Then I'm pretty sure you peed. So I went home.
most of the afternoon was spent sneaking around my house and alternating which bathrrom to throw up in.
He recreated the night that started all my mothers days. We shared a joint, drank Boones Farm, and dry humped to the Beastie Boys. Then I cried over MCA's death. Best. Gift. Ever.
I wish university was like frosh week all the time and then they just give you a degree for surviving
I barfed on the cat last night. Just wanted to share.
Kinda suprised you didn't immediately ask about the lesbian ghosts tho
She was wearing American flag underwear. How could I NOT fuck her?
You're a true patriot.
Eaten today: granola bar, pumpkin donut, and fritos. Oh, college nutrition.
Bahahah I should. I’m the free range drunk girl who should clearly not be free range because who knows what kind of fuckery I would get into
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