All I remember from last night is puking up a box of cheeze-its and the building catching on fire.
My family just suggested tequila shots. I had Vietnam style flashbacks.
I have started doing my homework in bars. It just feels right.
A. What the fuck are period panties? B. Don't ever wear them around me... or bears.
he proposed by singing a showtune... he might as well have had a cock in his mouth at the time
All I did this weekend was get my life in order. I feel like I wasted my time.
one night of dollar margs at dinner and dollar beers at the bar later, i am throwing up in his shower and gurgling soap and water to kill the taste of sin in my mouth. dollar days need to stop endng like this.
Monday: I just need a drink Tuesday: OMG no more this week! Wednesday: oh shit how'd I get drunk Thursday: I'm glad you've stopped the pretenses
I've already started drinking so the earlier you get out of class the more coherent I'll probably be.
You have like just as much sex as me and I have a brand new bf. That does not add up. That is not right.
I drunkenly called my ex on Skype last night and didn't talk, just smiled real big at him until I fell asleep.
someday i'll meet a woman who will love me for my marvelous breasts and ignore my many character faults.
Remember that guy I fucked last month? Well I'm watching his dog this weekend while he's in the Bahamas with his girlfriend. What is my life
I'm pretty sure I naked in my first year of college more than I was as a baby.
I really want to stop getting this drunk. I've got the Sunday scaries and it's only Saturday
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