Like all of my pajamas are shirts of guys I shacked with in college
just went to get groceries. a cashier said she saw me last night. i guess i carried a broom back from the party and swept the street the whole walk back...and i claimed to be in the cast of wicked
I’m once again drinking at eight am on a Sunday in my tutu. This garment is literally my best purchase ever.
I got a hennah tattoo of my room number on my arm...I love spring break in Mexico!
we found you outside the hotel room sleeping with a note next to you that said " we made sure you were comfortable, hope your friends come back soon"
just had a flashback of you pouring champagne into my mouth from someones balcony..
All you have to drink is moonshine and ranch. This is bullshit.
I don't think anybody else enjoys making out with multiple guys on the same night as much as I do. I'm like a wine taster but with lips... it's like art to me. The bruise on my upper lip is proof of it
The highlight of the night was when he yelled "WAS THIS CONDOM MADE FOR TODDLERS??"
My one regret (beside the inevitable shit storm that followed) is that now I can't fuck his cute friend.
He complimented the perfect handprints you left on each of my ass cheeks.Thanks.
drunk and crying about Shakespeare- how's your night?
I have need of you to return home with haste, as I require the magical capsules you possess to relieve the posterior pain I am living. I battle this demon with stubborn grit, however I feel that defeat is on the horizon.
logically I know i should probably study somewhere outside my dorm room, but if I do that then I cant drink and smoke half as much while i study
I did a line off of, and then danced on top of a table older than this country.
Harvard is great.
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