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.
woke up this morning with a pool of champagne in my purse. apparently i was saving it for later.
Legit screaming match in this bar over the differences between cupcakes and muffins.
driving around with you guys listening to the beach boys made me very concious of how white you all are.
ITS DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME SUNDAY EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OK AFTER ALL
nothing says roomie bonding better than a sunday shroom trip.
bad news.. campus security walked me home last night and when i tried to tell them where i lived they assured me they knew where our house was.
I found him in his pink and white boxer out side the dorm hall and the only thing he said was "it wouldn't let me in"
His legs actually look hot in that dress. He might even make a better girl than Josh
I now have a bottom rung on my kissing scale. Like I can say "Well. On a scale of Matt to Braxton he was probably a Zach." It's the little things.
I have to remind myself to breathe. That hungover.
2 six inch heels, 3 big sangrias, no broken legs
On the other hand, this could be a new level of shame for me.
Jesus Christ, it's not like going swimming. You don't have to wait 20 minutes after you eat to suck a dick
They left me at home... I'm a liability
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