You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
i'm listening to "transmissions" by The Tea Party from like '97 and waxing my legs. fuck i'm awesome in my alone time
I have found the one flaw to the great pride I took as a guy to not have to sit down to pee...having to sneeze while peeing.
some dude is stoned out of his mind in my calc class. just shouted that the teacher was a genius cause he got rid of so many numbers
as it turns out, there is no "i was in the pool" excuse for adderall-induced shrinkage.
I just couldn't help myself when there was a FOUNTAIN OF SHOTS
Was I shouting at a fire engine last Friday?
I feel as though the word "tired" has become synonymous with "too high to manage the stairs" lately
I got my project done and a booty call in all before 1am. I'm a professional college kid.
We aren't really supposed to respect our bodies til our mid twenties.
look in the field by the highway and see if there is a high heel there. Or some Taco Bell bags.
eating on the run again ?
No I just rolled on the floor giggling. I think that's the equivalent to a post sex victory dance.
I woke up with my wool blanket soaking wet on the dorm room floor, and my sweatshirt hanging on the shower door down the hall. So basically my camp-out-in-the-bathroom idea didn't turn out as planned
Yeah then you killed that bottle of Bacardi in under 20 minutes. So much for being an organ donor.
i'm not sure you can trust me in a car with 20 dozen donuts
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