So, I woke up to an empty bottle of scotch and a dead car. The last thing I remember are the strippers being mad at me. Awesome night.
Feels good to be wearing underwear again though...
i'm not sure what happened. i know i woke up on the floor of his bathroom, then had morning sex with him. dont remember getting to his apt. dont remember much.
morning sex?... maybe not a total mistake then? he seems like a normal person, so rare at BU
oh no, he's far from normal. i know his high school girlfriend. she's CRAZY. and he definitely deals prescription drugs. also. he had sex with me even though i slept on his bathroom floor.
If it was for sex do you really think i would asking for a mass vote? I'm like fidel castro when it comes to sex. No public approval needed.
why im i the only drunk person in the library?
party gras won. party gras always wins.
Boxed wine mondays was one of our finer ideas
they would be such cute babies and they would grow up to have huge dicks. and that would make me proud as a mother
New development. Drinking at work is so easy and awesome I might have to do it everyday.
It was pathetic and I was covered in butter
Alive.
So much puke
In case you were wondering I realized something last night, Rick James was correct. Cocaine is a hell of a drug.
i woke up with blood and cuts on my face and i don't remember anything after winning four games of beer pong in a row last night. and i'm still drunk.
you are a true champion. bear my children.
Typical. We're ready to go, and you're not wearing pants.
Just got an exam care package consisting of only adderall wrapped in money. Score one for mom.
Granted, I did not plan to spend ANY hour of the last day of 2020 sober.
Randomize
