last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
I don't know where your sunglasses are, I was too preoccupied with girls not old enough to drive past midnight.
around noonish you got carried out for spitting water and throwing cups at old people...
Totally about to meet up with Ryan in an empty parking lot. Expect to fuck him. Yes I know it's 3am. Slutty? Possibly. Excited? Damn right.
if you hear someone banging on your door early in the morning, it's me with some breakfast burritos, so don't be alarmed
My favorite part was walking in the bathroom, you fixing yourself in the mirror, calling your reflection a fag, then throwing a haymaker into the paper towel dispenser before going back out to the bar.
Let's just say, at one point i got woken up at 4am by a naked guy who was offering me steak, in a cup.
Most sexually ambiguous night of my life. Kept switching from the NBA finals to the Tonys.
Just ate a whole pizza by myself. Wearing my indian headdress again. its really cool with the french braids. I look like fucking pocahontas or some shit.
So apparently we wrote "Lube Shopping" in Paula's diary on every friday for the rest on the year....
Well just watched a guy puke in a trash can then proceed to pick pizza outta said trash can and eat it
Things are very odd on my 29th hour of being awake. Thought there was a bird in my lecture hall and it was just a girl putting up her hair. What even
I sent my roommate a text from MY phone that said, "I don't know where my phone is." Must've been a good night.
I showed up to a job interview wearing two different shoes. If that's not an omen, I don't know what is.
So I heard her yell at him and I went downstairs to find he had lit up each one of my smokes and taken just one drag off each and had em lined up on the table. She says he "experiments" when on Ambien.
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