I must say, I don't like the act of throwing up, but the feeling after is quite delightful
What kind of friend are you? You don't even blackout anymore.
I wish his dick was as long as his hair.
If you start sounding at all like you're even remotely in love, expect a lecture on the merits of being a single woman with a vibrator.
This is why we're friends.
Frozen waffles and wine. Loneliness-party of one
should my break up email to my English professor be in MLA format?
We can't bring brittanys dog so we are getting high and getting in my bathtub I think it's pretty safe
Hung over does not do it justice. I am hung like a horse over. I am hungover and over and over. I am hung, drawn and quartered fucking over. They just told me I can't keep my sunglasses on in the office. Fuck drinking with you people.
We'll talk about this tommorrow when I'm not mistaking my fingers for French fries....
You need to be more adventurous.
I am! Just not in a "I wanna get diseases" way
Oh and apparently something happened that was related to "THIS IS SPARTA" but no one will tell me what I did.
So I'm going to blame my boobs hurting on that.
Last night I somehow got INCREDIBLY wasted & thought it was a good idea to make a group chat with all the guys I'm hooking up with and just say "bye." soo I'm hiding out till next week.
I mean. I'm excited for the Seahawks too. I just love nachos.
It's like every time I'm baked I discover my fingers all over again.
is it fun? or sober?
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