So theres a slight possibility i may not graduate according to planned because i was out getting laid instead of studying. And im okay with that.
like we started out all organized and composed and within thirty mins people were throwing up in the bushes, arguing over a beer bong and jumping in the pool with their clothes on
Dear God. I kissed a man tonight who was born in 1936.
Wednesday. Otherwise known, to you at least, as "there are two gay men in my bed" day.
Headed to the bar now. If I smell faintly of latex and tuna, it's just the new scent I'm trying.
I saved him as teletubby in my phone....that can't be a good sign. I'm not answering.
I would compare it to a jeffrey but in smoothie form. More drugs in here than Bobby Brown's sock drawer.
Well who could blame her. I would run away from me if I could.
There's holes in the drywall and the beer pong table is a broken door on two barstools. You know they like to party.
It started as ''I want a romantic life right now'' text. It ended with pool table sex.
Got dumped. Now accepting nominations for my extra Dave Mathews ticket. No xboyfriends. Must cast final votes by Monday. Good luck everyone
He was the highest I've ever seen. Almost had him convinced there are only three colors in the rainbow...
You've slept with someone mentioned in the NY Times, that officially makes you the most famous person I know.
I'm still trying to figure out who shit on the coffee table. I have confirmed beyond a reasonable doubt that it wasn't me.
If that pentatonix bullshit is playing when I get home we're breaking up
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