end the night at a gay bar...not sure how...but why the fuck do i have two condoms in my pocket?
I am so high I am beginning to unironically like Vanessa Carlton.
Even My mom was ashamed of me bringing her home, she pulled me aside, and told me i can do better than, "butter faces"
My drunk body wants to fuck you so bad, but my high mind is telling me it's too much work. I think I'm just gonna stay home and eat some Mac and cheese. Sorry.
no, i'm currently making the trek across campus to get all my stuff from last night. My ID is in one guys bed, and my camera in another guy's bed.
She's the barista slut.
My dealer threw in a "freestyle rap" today with my purchase. I dont know if I can handle this relationship.
you have failed as an in class drinking partner.
The spray paint was a bad idea, 'insert penis here' isn't coming off
Apparently coming home smelling like I took a bath in beer is frowned upon in this household. I'm so glad I don't actually live here.
multitasking: i'm now sitting up and smoking my joint.
Seriously I can't get a booty call for some baked goods.
there's still a lot i don't remember, like why my iphone's nailed to your wall
we had to take 10 shots sometime before midnight, then 11 shots between midnight and 1. so yes its gonna be a rough day.
From now on I'd like to be known as Rampage.
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