Just applied online. Cant stop hiccupping. May be drunk. Hope they liked my smiley faces.
so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
In other news I saw a pack of make believe zombies walking down green st.
gotta love wednesdays
You were plastered and wouldn't stop telling this hot girl about your plan to graffiti a church in easter colored spray-paint saying that Jesus was a Zombie... she kept saying her father was a pastor...
My dinner guests were so drunk they never realized that I inadvertantly put Frosted Mini Wheats on the salad instead of crutons.
I keep waking up with the nagging feeling I gave him half a hand job through his shorts.
I bruised my spine.. Jungle gyms were clearly not meant for sex.
I apologize for getting really drunk, taking off my shirt, bitching someone out, crying, and breaking something at your party next weekend...
Actually let's just focus our energy on not getting committed to a psych ward.
I inhaled my own vomit, how was your night?
maybe if I avoid him long enough we could skip the talking part of "we need to talk"
I just had the worst experience of my life, my grandma found my condoms.
It's Scottsdale, it shouldn't be this hard to find drugs.
Did we actually play with swords last night or did I dream that?
Apparently I gave a guy a hand job on the dance floor. ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
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