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 got everything I ever gave her back, every picture, and money for the dog. I didn't want it she brought it all back and gave it to me. clothes jackets, pictures, dried flowers, ear rings, necklace...
Sell it on ebay and let's go to the bar
WHO ATE OUR COOKIES WHAT THE FUCK THOSE WERE GOURMET
using my metrocard to split lines. it says optimism on the back. i am optimistic that you will appear at my door and help me finish all these drugs.
My psychiatrist is "consulting" others. I am high-achieving nuts.
The online application for Mcdonald's said I could do incredible things there. Today I threw out shit filled underwear in the women's restroom and escorted a very drunk/high 42 year old man outside after he ordered a 5 dollar foot long and a bloody mary.
I've eaten cheese dip for three consecutive meals. I think I need to branch out.
she's lying on the floor with a bottle of vodka, belting shakira. plz advise.
It's a bathroom floor kind of morning.
Cops just came and got two guys out of my class. I can't do college. Seriously cannot rage at this school anymore.
The fact that he said "there's nothing wrong with being a raging drunk, just ask my mother." has me thinking that I have no positive role-models among my friends.
Take a good hard look at your life. And the number of 18-20 year olds that you have made out with in the last 6 months... and then keep doing whatever the fuck you want.
Going through Bojangles drive thru chanting "KFC" hammered at 8:00 was the highlight.
He sat on me and said I owed him $10, when I asked why he just said "lap dance"
He plays guitar, sings like an angel, and acts like a gentleman. If I don't fuck him by the end of first semester, I'm dropping out
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