I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
I put it into a sports analogy for him: there are three teams in the league- friends, fuck buddies, and dating, and the fuck buddies roster is full, pick an alternate team
I wonder if those guys know that i know that is a halfway house and dont just think it is some cool older guy frat house.
My vagina has become a graveyard for my brother's friendships...
I puked in the revolving door and had to sit down on the escalator. That hungover. It's safe to say people are judging me.
I just realized that my phone was set to Brazilian time...what the fuck happened last night
Somewhere between yelling how am I gonna make it to my flight and more titie shots I stopped caring
As I sit on the toilet at 4 am I realize tonight could have gone a lot better
I take pleasure in knowing how many gallons of booze we've put away in comradery.
I think we should measure in "bathtubs"
I'm figuring, since someone shoved pizza crust in my ear last night, there might be some leftover pizza.
I'm hoping they send me home from work drunk.
She just made out with a golden retriever. I'm disgusted and turned on all at once
you gave a quesadilla a blow job with sour cream at Denny's.
Omfg 7 hour sex session who am I?
PS: I think I'm in love
Ability to walk tomorrow tbd
I have to have boobs, you have the charm and wholesomeness that gets boyfriends... And i have boobs
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