I just spent an hour correcting all the grammar and spelling of all the 2pac songs on my ipod
i got lost in a forest last night. this morning I realized the "forest" was just 6 trees on campus.
Also how the fuck did i get like 30 brown napkins
4 maple syrup blunts. Decided to sit on my roof and count the snowflakes that landed on my tongue. 84.
For once I'm glad there wasn't morning sex. Yes, that sore from the night before.
My boobs grew. They knew we were going to vegas.
Oh just living the dream. And by living the dream I mean drinking franzia out of a martini glass and watching family matters. Also, drinking every time Carl Winslow has a mustache and Eddie wears MC Hammer pants
He fell off a seesaw, tore half his ear off and somehow convinced the paramedic he was allowed to have a beer while being treated
Last night after the bar I went home and ate a pulled pork sandwich in a bubble bath
Tonight, I'll be cleaning. And by cleaning, I mean drinking booze and spraying everything with Febreze.
I woke up this morning with a pop tart under my pillow with one bite eaten. Another pop tart was in the floor. No recollection whatsoever. I ate the one under my pillow for breakfast, though.
TGIFridays...stall number 1...drunk...send help
I'm currently sitting beside my brother who is taking a bath and feeding him nachos while he covers his genitals. If that's not sibling bonding then I don't know what is
Worst wingman u don't do ANYTHING but laugh at my incompitant shyness
So I ended the trip with two cold sores, poison ivy on my leg and vagina, and no alcohol or weed. WORST. 4TH. OF. JULY. EVER.
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