and I didnt even know his name until this morning when we were laying in bed and he referred to himself in the 3rd person.
I got vodka in my stocking. Having an alcoholic mom has paid off.
we hooked up on one of my student's desks last night...i can't decide if i'm ashamed or massively proud of myself
dude you teach first grade wtf
Day 3. Will have to postpone job hunting by a month. May have blown out my knee. Was sunburned on Friday. Now look painted red. Still alive. All worth it.
Slutapocalypse this thursday. Invite every freshieee you hooked up with this semester to my house. Think of it like a meet n greet for them and battle of the sluts for us.
That just sounds like a recipe for sex in my backyard. Yes.
Now that I'm single, I like to think of myself as in a relationship with Taco Bell.
He kept walking up to every girl at the party saying "Hi, I'm George Clooney. No I won't marry you." He left with three girls.
Just puke out the sadness. Like a fuckin dragon.
IM TRYING TO BE RESPONSIBLE AND ALL I WANT TO DO IS FUNNEL CHEAP BEER AND SCREAM ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE OUR NATION
I'm not having the "why are your fucking my daughter" talk and the "your a drug addict" talk with your mom tonight.
He kept telling me Te Amo last night. Over and over. And that he was scared. Drunkenly. In Spanish.
Your the only person to come back from spring break with a non std related infection
do you know of a way I can die but like NOT die? like not being unconcious, just ascending to an astral plane for a few weeks or months in real world time so i can sort my issues out away from the rigors of life kinda deal, you know?
there's crying, and people are upset, and there's a love triangle, and a broken heart, and so much estrogen
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