Job is the problem. Drinking, the solution.
ok this is the part where i go up stairs and pass out incoherently untill 6 30 tommaorw morning and not rember any of this. love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
i love when people i haven't talked to since we fucked write on my wall.
She's "scared" of blowjobs, so she just played with it for a while.
well i just had my first "when i graduated college she was 12" morning
I found a fried uncrustable on the table from last night.
Im about to embark on a date with someone who shit in my car. How did this become my life?
I've just stalked all the hot guys who have clicked "attending". I now know which guys are "yes", "maybe" and "no". I only hope my drunk self remembers.
She found my wedding ring, sallowed it and wished me good luck explaining it to my wife before walking out. Now what?
You missed me roundhouse kicking a lit glow stick out of a guy's mouth last night. You would have been proud.
I got pushed into some bald man in the pit and spent the next few minutes with my face against his head. Man I love ecstasy.
Its perfect, I supply the pot she makes the brownies. I love the culinary dept.
Banana suit guy has an entourage and they're all douchebags. There is no god.
The last thing I remember is goading each other into a vodka-chugging competition.
So what happened at girls night? My roomate found me passed out locked out on the front steps of the house and it was raining. Yes low moment
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