in the practice room. just found 3 bottles of smirnoff hidden inside the piano. SO glad i didn't get into berklee...
he asked me to eat out his asshole. after five minutes of uncomfortable staring i realized he was serious.
No, my body just knows its the weekend and wants to rage. Very different from alcoholism
Is it sad I don't want to go buy $1 Mac-n-cheese cause I need to pay rent... I'm re-naming this college.
Also, peanut butter on a spoon dinner is back in existence and it is good.
I have six drafts of messages to you that just say "blood" and I have no idea where they came from.
Apparently drunk me thinks it's a good idea to put drops of acid in assorted open drinks in the fridge... This should be a fun week.
I guess the study abroad went badly, I gave him a joint and he just smoked it and cried all the way from the airport
She kept saying how cute and adorable I was. I felt like a care bear getting a blowjob
He hasn't responded, but he probably just jizzed in his shorts again, so I'll give him time.
I feel like im becoming the girl who only drunk texts him. I would be in the dog house, if situations like this had dog houses.
Typing up notes at the bar and doing shots with the bartender until close on a Wednesday. This is what my second year of law school has become.
His grandma held his dogs so they wouldn't follow me out the door. It was like a whole new level added to my walk of shame.
Here when you come to your senses come back here and I'll fuck you back out of them.
I woke up to a huge bag of McDonalds breakfast, a cup of coffe and Advil. The note read "yeah its a one night thing, but I felt bad so here you go. Thanks"
He just set a new unobtainable standard in one night stand etiquette.
We havent had power for three days. What else is there to do besides drink and fuck? I thought that was obvious.
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