then he goes, "ok, i have to go talk to the girl i'm semi-talking to/dating and see if i'm in trouble" WHAT IS MY LIFE?!
Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
the only difference between me and a prostitute was that i complained a lot more.
It's weekends like this that make it obvious why we have to pay to come to college.
The glockenspiel player has some booze though so hopefully the ride won't be that bad
Yeah apparently i got lonely because everyone was hooking up so i took matters into my own hands. I woke up on the floor spooning a vaccuum cleaner, a mop, 40 paper cups, and industrial grade detergent.
I'm laying here in fetal position. I feel like a traffic cone
Off topic, but is it sad that Matthew and I are calculating how much sex we need to have in order to work off a taco bell burrito?
When you called me you were telling a hobo that you couldn't spare ten bucks bc that was your beer money. All your words were slurred.
Fuck him.
Also, I cannot stop picturing myself in a bar, 3 years from now ordering soda. Just soda. 30 pounds over weight and wearing a cat sweater. I feel like I'm heading in the wrong direction in life.
that's the second time I've left that bar and slept with the person that's driven my car. thank god I don't take cabs..
Pretty sure at some point last night i said to myself "it'll be fun to completely lose my mind for a night"
This may be the alcohol talking, but I'm pretty sure I know Spanish now
My date ended with her leaving the bar with that guy who used to jerk off in the back of the school bus.
I rocked his world in the back of my car in an overly-lit, heavily trafficked parking lot. Middle age is amazing!
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