Is there a reason "Call me when you're legal" is written on my arm? I'm 22..
Mmmm, vodka for breakfast
my boss said she was surprised to see me this morning. i told her there's a time in a girls life she has to give up day drinking in order to make money for next weekend's alcohol. she looked so proud, i think i might get a raise.
shes a baton twirler.. i expected her to be better with her hands.
So I put about 15 worms in the cuervo bottle. I don't think that's how it works but I feel like hallucinating by 11am
The drugs are starting to wear off. Suddenly aware there's a girl with bald patches and 2 guys that don't have a full set of teeth between them.
I have bruises covered in glitter and someone just asked me if I realized I'm bleeding from both ears. This is awkward.
Probably shouldn't have worn my jeans covered in blood from last night to class.
There is a good chance that the other night after a wedding reception i was at that i mailed you a drink coaster.
I'll be on pinterest all night planning crafty things to do with my cats in 10 years.
And for some reason I just want to have sex with EVERYTHING
to drive Frat boys away, one just needs to cat-call at them. It makes their masculinity weaker, and yours stronger.
The fact that it was "anything but a cup" now explains the cowboy boots and fishbowl aftermath at the apartment.
Yesterday I went home with one shoe, today I go home with three. Fucking win.
There is a man in my bed with "new zealand" tattooed on his back. Wtf happened last night?
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