So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
she made me cover her fishbowl with my shirt because she "didn't want to corrupt it."
What did I eat last night that was bloody?
I feel like none of my dresses scream slut the way I'd like them to
i gave him a hand job with one hand and held the 40 with the other. this is like freshman year all over again.
He's like a perfect storm of amazing hair and horrible judgment.
Last thing I remember is Dusty riding the bikes we "borrowed" from the hotel through the CVS while the rest of us picked up the girls who were laughing at him
I've had to much cheese to give a fuck about anything. im tired.
people came up our fire escape and one had a cut on his leg and he was beautiful so i told him i was an emt and bandaged it with princess bandaids
If that's all it takes to cure your hangovers then you need to drink more.
The best part is every argument that she makes from here on out will be refuted by "Oh hey remember that time you shit yourself wearing someone else's sweatpants at a frat party?"
He literally cocked blocked all the dudes that tried to talk to the girls he was with, and they all loved him.
Same guy who tossed the brunet over his shoulder as they left screaming "Bring me my lucky shovel!"
I broke a glass at the bar and ended up with blood on my forehead. I apparently kept screaming BLOOD like the little boy in that YouTube video.
Some girl is sitting topless in the kitchen and having a Skype video chat with some guy. I already like it here.
So basically I really like drugs AND banging cops and it's starting to get complicated
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