# days @ Coachella: 1 people i showed how to break it down: 279
He was sitting cross legged outside his tent repeatedly hitting the ground with a hammer and shouting 'this.is.a.good.idea.'
you kind of just crawled on top of him. that was the point at which i became concerned with how drunk you were.
Just asked my dog if he was proud of me for making it home. That drunk.
Your wedding's just one more day in my life I can't wear sweat pants.
He just asked me if he's allowed to flirt with me. That's how whipped he is.
"Friendship bread", "how to get period stains out of cement", and "elephant bereavement" are all in my recent google history. Whatever shit that was last night really did me in...
the bar didnt serve shots so jim ordered us jaeger neat. it worked.
I ate shrooms on a frozen river in an ice fishing shack after a day of vics and beer and walked around on the river in a stupor. They made me bite the head off of a fish.
oh I'm washing fake blood out of my bra.
I NEED to hang out with you more
there’s plenty of nice guys out there with good jobs and NO felonies!
I may have broke the toilet masturbating. On a positive note the floor is really clean now.
I cannot handle Xanax... I just turned my computer on and I googled how to work YouTube
I guess I can check "drink alone in the dark" off my bucket list
I haven't felt more like a college student than when I woke up this morning naked with my sociology textbook in front of me and my bong in my left hand.
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