he promised me brunch in the morning so i felt like it was ok....i really need to get a job.
I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
The fact that I am sitting home writing a resume while you're out inducing vomiting makes me feel like way more of an adult than I'm ready to be.
The lid of our salsa is promoting a contest that ended in July '09
Things we need. Powerade. Water in fridge. Mixers for vodka. And reality checks.
Sometimes I wonder how you ever made friends then I remember it's because you blew your way to semi-relevance
Did you find any other hidden treasures in my room? Specifically weed? Or Slim Jims?
the fact that i already established a hook up buddy for thanksgiving break is genius
I like to get drunk just like anyone else but not to the point of sticking a rubber tube up my asshole
For sure. Gotta go. Building an igloo.
That's always how I imagine things at your apartment...
Good, I'm glad you don't have some weird, skewed, clothed version of reality over here.
It's the third day of class and I got told I smell like a distillery.
my gynecologist gave me a high 5 for not getting any STD's since my last visit and said "Way to go Annabeth!" you have twenty seconds to get to my level
Dude you where on that lil kids bike at 2 am ridin down the turning lane wearing only socks and a helmet singing born to be wild, no you weren't that fucked up
Just because you can't have him, doesn't mean you can have his brother.
What about the best friend?
Randomize
