i hate having sex with him only a few drinks in. i like it better when i cant remember the gory details.
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
we were shitfaced at work by 8pm. I had to stop myself from pouring vodka in everyone's cappuccino.
I can't wait. Forget the royal wedding. This is the most anticipated hookup of 2011.
and then you started talkingabout how you wish birth control was disspensed as a candy necklace
Malt liquor mondays...better in theory.
I had to run home with my hands covering my tits this morning. How does this keep happening?
I was cracking open beer cans, throwing them off the roof, and yelling "FRAG OUT!"
Of the 4 nights I've gone downtown this week, I've been "piss in the parking lot" drunk 5 times
And also the fact that I woke up sandwiched between two gay men is probably fueling my day
When she tells her friend, "hey I'll be back tomorrow, just going to fuck a guy", right in front of you, you know you've got a winner.
I'm watching Part of Your World now and I'm crying and I feel like I'm floating right along with her. This. This right here is some drunken Disney Magic
If I die tonight somebody's going to have to let all my tinder matches know.
Maybe if I ever do become a counselor, I would just implement a kind of intensive meme therapy.
I'll be honest, this year's Vegas trip will be nothing short of disappointing if there's no repeat of the angry ménage a trios in a closet.
Randomize
