I have "you made mistakes last night" written alllll over me.
so it turns out, not only do the doormen judge the girls I bring home, but they rate them.
The theme is smores and alcohol. Dress appropriately.
Internet sex stories have completely ruined the word sopping for me.
After we had sex he bought me grape soda. I think I'll keep him.
Woke up this morning to my mom on the phone with my dad saying, "It's probably just your prostate." Reasons to move out. Go.
i sat alone in my bed and ate pizza and garlic fingers. The icing on the cake was hearing your moans from down the hall.
After 13 tally marks I wrote the number 4,000 and made u sign my arm to prove it.
I'm hungover as hell. I'm dying. I have no skin left on my knees
I'm just trying my hardest not to get addicted to drugs or pregnant and all your other friends are out there getting married
dont know how to tell my grandparents I woke up in a frat house in the wrong town and that's why I can't see them today
The contents of my fridge consist of alcohol, Nuva ring, and cheesecake. I'm that girl.
If my life today were a movie the subtitle would be: Revenge of the Beer Shits
Honestly after an incomprehensible political rant yoga seems like the best option at 2 am
I'm kind of pissed I'm not hungover, that means I could have totally drank more last night.
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