JoAnns office is warmer than mine. . .it must be because she has the gateway to hell under her desk.
I had a dream last night that I had to pretend I liked Dave Matthews Band to impress this girl I was talking to.
I guess it was more of a nightmare.
She's not depressed. She's just sober. It's like the same thing.
I am the drunkest girl in the tree.
I'm not sure if what i'm hearing downstairs is sex or not, but if it is, it sounds like there's a dog involved...i'm mildly concerned.
We went to his house and he brought a jar of pickles to bed. I think im in love.
dude she looked like Newman from Seinfeld I'm done with this wingman shit
I think I'm getting too used to throwing up in the reception trash can. It doesn't even phase me anymore
Reached a new low last night. Passed out. With my pants down. On the toilet. At ihop. Waitress had to wake me up.
I ate an entire popcorn ball before bed. I know that because there is popcorn stuck to my poncho. Also. I'm still drunk. Also. I made out with a 19 year old. Also. #barnparties
Is "I am going to murder you if you keep sending me requests that I cannot fulfill" unprofesh?
He woke me up because I was snoring and went for a second round. First time I'm happy that I snore
Right now I'm laying face down on my carpet in my living room in the darkness sending work emails from my phone.
It's a glamorous life.
there is another microwave in the elevator.
Pillow talk was a high five, this morning she made dinosaur muffins for the house. I love chapel hill
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