Somerville?? What the hell are you going to do there?
Watch a movie and have sloppy make outs OBVI. 45 Harris St. in case I die.
Pat told us he showed us his penis because he's "a nice guy".
I'm so hungover I took Dramamine to help prevent the motion sickness of walking.
Gonna post on craigs list missed connections - "I was that really drunk bitch that threw up in your car. I'd like to pay for detailing"
Just now remembered singing Trashy Women at the reception. Not karaoke, just sang along with the mic I stole from the DJ. All while still in my dress drinking champagne from the bottle
We got security called on us. Apparently the wedding down the street didn't appreciate the trespassing or our loud as fuck rendition of We Are Young.
It's been two days. I am still burping up jello. Everything tastes like jello. Everything smells like jello. I am DONE with jello shots.
Halfway through lecture, some kid in the front row threw up IN his hands. Professor held the door for him to carry it out.
I have bite marks all over my ass. Is that an acceptable excuse for missing class?
Everything was going well until he very loudly said that he wanted to cum on my fingernails.
Everytime I try to keep track of the amount of people I slept with I always forget about that guy I met on the dc metro, where I woke up to him organizing his Special K and Molly and I was covered in sleeping cats.
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
I've lost every trace of self esteem. Even sneaking a BJ in the coffee room has lost it's luster.
my morning attempts to try to have sex with him was interrupted by the passion of the christ parade going on outside my house
I woke up with pitch black feet and crushed doritos around my mouth. That's how I determined how my night went
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