Ok pretty sure I just saw Mike O'Malley walking through the parking lot. I wanted to see if I followed him, would he lead me to the acro-criag, i've always wanted a crack at that bitch.
fine then we can just have courtesy sex i definetly won't like it
Her sister's ass was worth my getting thrown out of the house.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
We walked because you started screaming when you finally realized he wasn't Ben Bailey and it wasn't the Cash Cab.
Spent the last thirty minutes staring at the wall with Leah. It's definitly moving
I learned an important lesson last night: Jameson giveth, but Jameson also taketh away.
Cruelly.
well the first picture of me in 2011 involves a viking helmet and chugging champagne. i like this year already.
When I find myself drinking from a boot I just go with it and refuse to ask why.
I met her tumbling down the stairs chugging Captain Morgan. I'm not sure why she has the better reputation either.
Sunday is a myth, I refuse to believe that I waste an entire day unable to function after a night of drinking.
Just bought the plane tickets. Light headed. Blood rush to clit oh god blue clit. Mayday mayday vagina down!
So is it safe to say that my only objective from last night is to finish this entire jar of peanut butter?
I am at a point in my life where I don't want to brush my teeth for my tinder date because toothpaste and martinis don't mix.
I have so much to do, no motivation, and Harry Potter is on. You KNOW whats taking priority in my life right now
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