The walk of shame is far, far worse on crutches.
chipotle is closed for thanksgiving... I am officially thankful for NOTHING.
Still in Rome. Hooked up with frat boy from SoCal that's studying abroad. He said he was 1/8 italian. I'll take it.
Apparently it costs $70 to clean vomit off the side of our apartment building.
He had me believing he was actually British until he came and used his real voice.
I'm not sure if you saw my recent facebook update, but I have already put the Radio Flyer wagon to good use. I had someone pull me to the nearest bar.
I asked if he wants to help me spring forward at 2am on Sunday. He seems down.
Apparently I walked to Denny's in the pouring rain without shoes just socks last night. Excellent.
This is that think about life weed. Thank god I'm in American lit this semester. I can actually write papers in this vat of introspective stoned.
My new successful method of booty calling is sending a screencap of a map with the shortest route from their location to mine highlighted.
He drinks vodka like healthy people drink water and I wanted to have his adopted gay babies. That's all. I'm going to go find him and potentially propose.
Well shit, I would've slept with him if I knew he was gonna be in the draft.
I enjoy the company of your penis
I've never seen anyone as high as you were.. you collapsed onto the kitchen floor hugging a tub of ice cream. You named it phil.
My hands smell like penis... I can't even remember the last time i touched a penis, but my hands say i did. Oh the mystery.
Randomize
