He is like the real live version of the state fair..
flashcards smell like vodka and my textbook is in the toilet. ready for the final
Matt just took me to visit my puke stain from 2 weeks ago at the train station...I'm fucking impressive
I'm so ready for finals. She finally agreed to skypesex me from spain so now i'm up until 4am studying every morning waiting for her to get online
How was the bike ride?
Nope. High in the basement. Fruit cups.
We were squawking at each other for over an hour like chickens. Literally. Never touching the stuff again and never again showing my face at that Denny's.
I would say I am sorry for punching you last night, but I found the pictures you took on my camera and it all came rushing back.
Does making ice cubes at 4 in the morning count as being productive?
We're both on the slippery slope toward middle age...and really shame riddled bar experiences
That big chick who gave you the handly polished off one of the walls to the ginger bread house right before she came outside. FYI
I need to stop drunkenly getting naked. I'm losing all my favorite party clothes.
I believe I won the Golden Vodka Bottle of sadness last night for crying while being party boyed.
So I feel like I should feel objectified by your comment about my boobs but instead I just feel proud. 21ST CENTURY FEMINISM, BABY
Serious questions. Who is that girl? Why is she wearing a tiara? And why does she keep asking about penis piercings?
Some people are good at football, some people are good at painting, and he's good at being a fuckboy. Everyone has their talents.
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