things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
BROstal carolina. Watching a boy drinking rum and coke out of a cup of noodle empty cup.
I just ordered a 3 square foot pizza. This is how to beat an eating disorder.
we do all of our sexting over chat on words with friends, so my boyfriend doesn't know about it when he looks at my texts.
im trying not to drink and cry in the same night anymore. i'll let you know how it goes
Three of the best words ever! Cocaine. Research. Study.
I woke up pulling sunflower seeds out of my vagina. That kind of night.
It's a self-perpetuating puke chain.
People were drinking out of 26ers with straws, and somewhere someone yelled "fill me with dicks!" I'm home.
Licking pop rocks off a stranger's washboard abs and kissing strangers young enough to be my kid. Yeah, it was THAT kind of party last night
We're like adult pinky and the brain when they decided that taking over the world is unrealistic so they aim lower by trying to get drunk every day.
You are the only person I know who has a fierce hatred for a five year old. Not even five year olds in general, yours is very specific
That awkward moment when you hear your boss yelling during sex while you're on her couch eating Easy Mac.
You sat outside petting a picture of your cat for hours... not even the real thing... just a picture.
My goal tonight is to be arrested by the Police Women of Cincinnati.
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