we're blogging at a bar
I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
hey. who tried to drive me home last night?
not sure. we got lost. what do you mean "tried"?
i'm still in their car. parked on the beach. no one else is here. i have on different pants.
we have a love-hate relationship...we love having sex but hate waking up next to eachother
you're in nursing school, now tell me what to do about a burned clit.
you humped every kiosk in the store. then you asked for an application.
I just saw someone EAT a flashcard out of frustration. Finals suck.
New development. Drinking at work is so easy and awesome I might have to do it everyday.
Rachel and his cat watched us 69 last night. I pretended to be embarrassed the next day... But to be honest I like an audience
I cried and ate like 6 tacos in the taco bell parking lot at almost midnight, sober, alone, listening to a demi lavato cd. And that was the good part.
That sucks about the drama. But hey, it's always a good day when you see someone get tazed!
It's called "lets see how many European capitals we can do the walk of shame through in one year"
Woke up in a pile of people on the floor. His dad was already up and ask me to help him cook bacon because "7 lbs can be a mother fucker"
I either need to get adopted or have someone's baby, but I'm joining that family
Hey my vagina is like a company. Everyone has an equal opportunity....
We had a pink drink in honor of my underwear and apparently I made out with our bartender... a few times
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