im pretty sure one of the guys i was dancing with at graffiti wrote on my back "you rock". now feel like a danced with a 5 year old.
You dont understand. she was my french AND spanish teacher. that's 2 kinds of freaky. i have to find her on facebook.
im so poor im using the bottom of my laptop to heat my food.
I won't be able to make it. Too hung over. Can't hold down fluids. I'm in the bathtub trying to hydrate my body through osmosis. And yes, Tequila Tuesday is totally still on for tonight.
My month off booze swimsuit season diet plan is working well. Plus I'm learning so much about my house, did you know a girl named Meagan lives here?
And by go well you mean everyone's hammered right?
Yupp. And someone's bleeding
They just keep looking funny at me. No one has attempted to tell me that I don't make sense though so maybe they're all way more high than I am.
I'm going to try and loofah my hangover away.
Update: It didn't work
Went to work in the same clothes from last night, completely covered in glitter...I didn't choose the hag life, the hag life chose me
Can we talk about the fact that a stranger is doing a line of coke off our living room table right now?
My favorite part of you downing a fifth of fireball in my apartment by yourself is the shot glass in the sink. It's like you attempted moderation and were just like "Fuck this."
If you ever "miss" working, I'm going to fist you with my hulk hands. BOTH of them.
Just asphyxiate me and toss my corpse in the Ocean. It'll be easier than whatever the next four or eight years will bring.
I felt like I needed to shower with a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.
No, this year you're all getting coupons for things like "no yelling because you had sex in my apartment" or "the last beer."
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