i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
after everytime she pucked, she insisted on us all giving her high fives
I'm in the dining hall. that same guy is here again, the one who sits alone and talks to his silverware.
i prefer some hard alcohol, but wine makes me feel less of a progressive alcoholic
just lying in bed drinking beer with a straw waiting for motivation. why?
It Amazes me that I was able to drunk update my status in Spanish last night.
Why did you come into my room last night at 3am and pour monopoly money on me while you were crying?
I mean I drunk but not enough to handle a Scientology convention
i know i should keep better track of the things that i put in your vagina but i've put so many things in there it's hard to keep track
I'm not entirely sure that the guy that just texted me is not on drugs right now. I'm also not entirely sure that he isn't about to be incarcerated.
She said I had a really great aura. Which I think is hippie code for "I bet you can give me a mind melting orgasm"
I just fell off a roof. So I'm kinda chillin for a minute.
I said I hate kids.This dude said he will sell his children to go on a date with me.
I feel like I smell like bad decisions
and by running errands I mean eating an entire bag of milanos by myself in the Walmart parking lot
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