I made myself breakfast and everything and then whoever's house it actually was came downstairs very upset.
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
So she is eating her margarita with tortilla chips....like using her chip as a spoon
ok, his religious views on facebook are madonna lyrics. we no longer have to wonder about his sexuality.
My fucking roommate unpluged my alarm; I pissed on his clean clothes.
So apparently the christmas orgy was a complete disaster
And when he pulled me off the bathroom floor, he just looked at the cat litter stuck to my chin and said "oh sweetie" and shook his head. I think my dad's officially given up hope.
honestly, i'm just crying in the kitchen naked and eating salsa
your love of good penises attached to ugly faces is disgusting and slightly disturbing.
animal crackers drenched in taco bell mild sauce... surprisingly delightful
breakfast of champions
breakfast of stoners
Vom Wallet is no more. We now boldly enter a responsible, adult era where we will not throw up liquor onto ourselves.
I just don't remember. It's like I went to bed on July 3rd.. and woke up on the 5th. Nothing.
I thought adderall would sober me up, but it did NOT.
There's a website where you can order a pile of horse shit to be dropped on a persons doorstep. So that's another option.
Well. I mean as excuses for running late go, 'losing track of time in the bathhouse' has gotta be up there on the top ten.
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