So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
we made margaritas with slurpies from 7-11 and beer.
Showering in the handicapped shower. Im THAT hungover.
obviously you don't know the college version of myself. if there's something i'm ALWAYS willing to put up for it's alcohol.
I like the one of me you and her but you're looking at me...Total foreshadowing right there. I'm cropping it
i was so fucked up i thought i was at home depot
she's crying and begging for her chapstick and insisting on walking home...her every thursday ritual
the only way I will be happy is if my gallon spiderman bucket is full of either popcorn, nutella and peanut butter, or fried rice. CHOOSE WISELY.
My mom slipped a condom in my pocket along with a sticky note that said "be safe sweetie."
Woke up naked next to Alex and he was braiding my hair and then commented on how healthy my hair was. I don't even know anymore..
you were so blacked last night that you jumped in the lake fully clothed, then just went back to the bar and walked around like you weren't soaking wet.
stop falling asleep in the bathtub. you are not a movie star, you cannot die that way.
That's a gentle way of saying I passed out like an 18-year-old on his first trip to Tijuana
he had a bulletproof vest and a pocket full of lollipops! how was i suppose to say no.
Dude, my back STILL hurts from carrying the team on BP last night.
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