I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
I'm pretty hammered, I'll elaborate tomorrow
Why did I cab home last night?
Because you said you were drunk, sad, and someone called you a hooker.
Shitting during a conference call is so empowering.
If you're ever in Seattle we should Fuck. Or get coffee, whatever.
No one wears that much makeup to work unless they are trying to fuck their boss, NO ONE
Not going to lie- I'm a little freaked out camping right now. This is one of those high activities you don't do by yourselves...or close to bears
I got shot at last night. Lesson about married chicks: learned.
She's wearing her dead grandmother's pearl on the married finger so no guys "bother her" tonight... I am not THAT committed to Girl's Night.
On my way, five mins. Is the line long? Do you think they will they hold a pumpkin at coat check?
I think I just danced on the bar. With a man named Alabama.
Thank you for turning 21. I'm going to love reading your texts.
So hungover. Walked into room and poached their catering before realized in wrong place. Scowled and ate it anyway
Gotcha. How bad is it?
Well to compare it to something I would say it what's that walls would like inside the primate exhibit at the zoo after a group of monkeys finished throwing feces at each other all afternoon
i woke up in a bed of pop tarts
Well... Chad blew off half of his hand last night. We were able to find most of it.
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