I wish i could make my toaster dance like they do in the second ghostbusters. But i dont have ectoplasmic goo. Or a toaster.
I just bought a CD. I feel like a traitor to my generation.
today was the first day of rush. talking to girls all day makes me sick of having a uterus.
she added me on facebook and her celebrity doppelganger is rosie odonnel. FUCK
cutting back on calories before spring break by only taking shots instead of drinking actual drinks.
the diet of an alcoholic...
I just remembered our "im drunk enough to look at your vagina" conversation. Is that offer still valid? I really think I need a second opinion
I can trace it back to that drunken night where we peed on each other in the shower.
I'll probably just lay on my couch bra-less sipping wine out of a straw so I don't have to lift my head.
Well anything after a French guy would have been a disappointment. But I'm fairly certain he was just trying to masturbate into me.
Well duh, alcohol and getting fucked up are the world's common languages.
It's just weird. It's like Big Bird dating Meg Griffin.
There's holes in the drywall and the beer pong table is a broken door on two barstools. You know they like to party.
I only had ten dollars. So leave it to Katie to somehow makeout with the bartender, on his shift mind you, and get free drinks.
You didn't throw up on me, you threw up on yourself and then tried to give me a hug
Either my apartment is haunted or I'm far more drunk than I thought
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