So it's 10:55am and I just woke up on the floor in the hallway on the4th floor. There should probably be no moredrinking competetions.
theyre doing shots to celebrate her boob jobs anniversary.
flashcards smell like vodka and my textbook is in the toilet. ready for the final
he kept doing his monologue, "if a vagina could talk."
Just threw the poptarts. Sgits boutta go Down. 1 liter of wine
update: ifinallt managed t5o be in a. Horizontal position without throwing up... the snmall victories.
New low: falling asleep with my face in the toilet only to be awoken when my hand slid down and touched the water. It's moments like these I wish I could forget.
I think i just threw up blood. i can't chill right now;
being a senior sucks, I just started embracing my inner slutty college girl, and it's almost time to put her away...for like, ever. and i really like her.
I'm mailing you cans of corn and that's final.
You told me that you were as fast as lightning and you wanted to race me. Then you faceplanted after falling down the stairs.
When you make me feel sane and well-adjusted, it is time to reevaluate your night out habits. Just sayin'.
how did you set a fucking salad on fire????????
We're meant to be. Apparently God wants me to get dicked down pretty good too so I'm not complaining about destiny
coming down from speed on a 5 hour flight home from vegas is not a valid reason for calling off work the next day
so i said i had a yeast infection
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