a guy named alex was hitting on my friend tonight. he doesnt work on wind turbines tho.
is it bad if i hope guys are like edward cullen and can read my mind. i could be a whore in disguise.
let's skip the party, and just play drunken wii, again. its time to give my vag a break.
In other news I saw a pack of make believe zombies walking down green st.
gotta love wednesdays
To be honest I don't know what's worse, the fact that I interupted their shower sex or the fact that I was so drunk I used the adjoining stall anyway
like stop trying to get a relationship out of this when i'm clearly in the drunken mistakes part of my life.
I've been alternating between telling people I was mauled by a bear or hit by a car to explain the massive unexplainable bruise on my leg. Slightly more worried now that the car idea is believable.
Getting arrested together sounded so much more fun in theory.
How did our waiter from olive garden end up passed out drunk in my roommate's bed?
Currently doing my walk of shame down a floating dock. No more guys who live on a boat EVER AGAIN
You went to jail last night?!
Just a little bit.
She definitely peed in a bucket in their closet last night. We should warn them about that, right?
He fucked me so well and hard that the couch slid into the Christmas tree. I had to pull branches out of my hair.
I frew up on some kids lovely sidealk chald drawings..
we decided to take the jello everclear shot at the party...didnt think it tasted any different....o dear god...the regret..
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