thought so. i woke up and he was playing with my eyeliner. I MAKE GREAT CHOICES.
there's paper in my vomit.
And then I have a slight inkling that I went up to the bar and tried to order the bartender.
you started texting yourself and saying they were "divine messages from heaven" then you threw up on stacie's piano.
Ryan just walked out of his frat house with a case of beer, a 6 dollar bottle of vodka, and a pillow. He's good to go.
Did i throw a brick at someone last night?
Level of drunkenness: just now when I sat down on the toilet, I had to double check to make sure I wasn't sitting on somebody's lap.
i was super drunk. to the point where i was putting shredded cheese on a fork, putting hot sauce on it then dipping it in salsa. it was awesome.
he built a boat made of joints. holyyy shit
Also, I think I'm too drunk to be at the gym right now. But how sober do you need to be for IM volleyball?
Just described you as looking like "a very cute escapee from an Egyptian insane asylum"
I am seriously only coming over if there are McNuggets. I want 10 bitch. Honey mustard.
Does this mean I have to put a bra on now
I did crash a prom last night though.. It was fun
He also sent me nipple clamps because romance is NOT dead
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