covered in glitter, my cheek hurts, and theres a handprint on my face. Would i do it again. Absolutly
Nothing gets me like the O.C. theme song does.
fireball beer pong. youre missing out
how is that even possible?
ove gloves.
be there in ten.
Well I tried to call you. I was convinced my body was made of wood. But the Xmas lights in my room helped
Sat down on an escalator. That hungover.
Update- I sold my hat to some drunk kid for 50 bucks. I used my earnings to buy beer on the way home. I realize to everyone else seeing me drinking on my balcony at 6am, I look like an alcoholic, but I'm thinking of it as a night cap
I just think his face would be more attractiveif it was framed by my thighs
WE SHOULD MAKE A WORKOUT ROUTINE CALLED BARCARDIO
painting my nails while super high-drunk. Ended up painting my entire hands. Both.
At least I know that however bad my life gets and how low I can feel I'll never feel shitting in a red robin parking lot low
Putting plan B on my parents credit card wasn't the smartest idea
"Because this is an ongoing legal matter" is how his morning after sex text began. So...
I'm pretty sure I broke my breathalyzer by breathing vaporized vodka into it.
I’ve developed a strange interest in ear wax removal vids on YouTube. Dear god, I need to get a job
I refuse to fake an orgasm. If I'm dating him, he better work for that shit.
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