john hughes is dead. crushing any and all dreams of me ever being in an 80's john hughes film. bummer.
Sorry if I ruined your sex last night with my constant text updates about the plot of Bolt.
and now I know what throwing up pineapple chunks is like.
Yeah, we had those soaking in vodka for like 36 hours
outstanding.
It's pretty bad that I know he's opening his door from the way it squeaks because I have snuck out of his room so many times this semester...
hungover waitressing a bar association event. im being judged by actual judges.
I slept with him because his girlfriend should know better than to be with him given is reputation. It was like sex and a lesson all in one.
Me too. We could do it like prostitutes. No kissing on the mouth.
I just laughed at the word pudding. I have no idea whats going on right now.
His hair looked like he was in a bukaki and then got a perm right after
There's someone howling in the parking lot. Haha.
Just reminding you that you are currently drunk spooning a chair saying it "loves you unconditionally". No more rum.
I don't remember what you did, but I DO remember that i'm supposed to hate you for it.
You showed up at my house at 4am with a bloody nose, one shoe and a bucket of chicken... I live no where near a place that sells chicken in a bucket..
Well that would explain the bones in my purse.
I think the hamburger goblin stole my cigarettes. I left my purse behind her table and they're not in it now.
You're a brave, albeit stupid soul for wanting in on the fuckery that comes attached to my vagina
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