trying to fathom saturday night and the fact that Rainn Wilson now hates me. my brain hurts.
Last night i was so high that i came home and did a taste test of every vitamin water and wrote theyre grade down on paper.
i just saw a guiness commercial where the guiness was on the verge of spilling the whole time. i was on the edge of my seat scared shitless. im an alcoholic.
Katy Perry is on a Proactiv commercial. That "I kissed a girl" shit is so much less hot now.
you woke me up at 7 am banging on my wall.. what the hell
thats the international knock for joint time
I just realized. my grades aren't ready for st patties day...
Wtf just happened. Thought you were in my bed since 3am, turned out I was sharing it w/a drunk girl from the 6th floor lounge...
I've had to much cheese to give a fuck about anything. im tired.
I'll explain later but basically I was feeling dangerous, I'm dressed as Ann Romney and Ann Romney is a bad bitch.
I woke up this morning to a lot of blurry photos of a swan i must have chased down the riverbank and a handbag full of loose haribo.
At the very least, I mastered a nap while occasionally being dry humped.
It's like she fell out of an MTV reality show and no one knows how to send her back
Being the hot sister definately has advantages, I'm pretty sure I ruined her engagement
He and I didn't so much date, as watch cartoons and go down on each other.
So i've noticed that drunk me erases sent messages to hide them from sober me, because drunk me knows that sober me will be PISSED at drunk me.
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