So some guy at the party is convinced I'm Edward Cullen. He keeps calling me "Twilight" and following me around with a stake. I'm concerned.
I made an oral joke and he laughed... That's when I realized I wasn't Daddy's Little Girl anymore.
I woke up with a random mailbox in my room with a note that said "this should probably be returned. Happy Thursday!"
Pushiiing vjews 4 ma daz caik
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I have officially had sex in every room on my floor. Don't say I'm not an amazing RA.
Seriously this night has "go home now before you cry, puke or scream on someone" written all over it.
Just smokin in the creek with some deer, they like the smoke, I know.
His lack of social graces and moral fiber complements mine nicely.
Something about being drunk at 1pm chasing seagulls on the beach while it's raining is very calming
How much more is Amanda Bynes going to rip out our hearts?!?!?
I wouldn't call that a crush. It was more of a minor brain aneurism.
But in defense of this shit summer we've had, I totally perfected my shotgunning skills. I have achieved my summer goal.
I'm playing a lilo and stitch drinking game
Aloha alcoholism.
you face planting the wall was epic
did you at least save my tooth
suburban family judging/laughing at us after Jenna just pulled two flasks out of her boot on the subway
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