I puked the same amount of times as the number of bars i went to last night
it doesn't mae me god, the fact that I am god makes getting dressed futile and tedious... btw i am still drunk
Grow some girl-balls and come out already
I think I just made patron unclassy I bought limes at a gas station and for salt we are using gas station packets of salt
i feel like im playing gay clue. i have to figure out where i am, who took me home, and what he put in me
i recognized the place by the puke stain i left on the pool table when i hooked up with his roommate.
Also, last night I had a dream that I was in a victoria's secret fashion show and they made me wear a t-shirt over my lingerie. Spring dieting begins now.
She's the second Ashley to meet and blow me in the same night. Sensing a trend.
I feel like on the last day of finals we should run around campus dressed like Moses screaming "LET MY PEOPLE GO!!!!"
I'll start the recruiting
Another development in my life...I think I pulled a muscle in my neck from vomiting this weekend.
Monday afternoon and I'm still hungover from Valentine's Day. I think I'm winning at the single life.
Tune in tm morning for how to buy Plan B in a foreign country while coming down off ecstasy
its weird getting into a political debate with a pony dressed as an anime character online
I smell Vodka. It's me. If anyone asks it's totally hand sanitizer.
I refuse to shit my pants for anyone except Cher and Christina Aguilera!
Randomize